Take me in your arms and never let me go Whisper to me softly while the moon is low Hold me close and tell me what I wanna know Say it to me gently let
me Gee, honey it seems to me You love to see me crying I don't know why I stay home Each night when you left all alone Singing the blues and crying You treat me
Übersetzung: Harry Connick, Jr.. Jazz Me Blues.
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bimba e inutile che tu cerchi di conquistarmi col tuo modo di fare non devi scordare che io vengo dal jazz e tu sei una musica vecchia per me se il
man, hey jazz man play me your serenade Any deeper blue and you're playin' in your grave Save your notes, don't spend 'em on the blues boy, Save your
I do pay To those before me who laid it down and paved the way And so to God I pray that he will give me strength To carry forward the gift of song in
me Cash like Johnny, Banks like Ashley burning like a Camel Light stupid hoe ash me but dont ask me shit about me and no the game really aint shit without me
: [Nina Simone] O Woman [Maxi Jazz] I love the way you're so deliberate, How you light your cigarette Head on one side as you pull, you look almost
." "I'm comin!" [repeat 3X] [Verse Three] Now in ninety-one, he wanna tax me I remember, the son of a bitch used to axe me and hang me by a rope til
a wide range of signs came Music retail was a wise aim In the early 20s blues defined the game the time frame That black music was segregated and jazz
day old chili to saki with wosabi I'm home hey I'm home You never met a motherfucker quite like me Not like me, dida dada like me, hey like me
played me like a game of football used to feed me, need me, dress me now it's so messy straight cut out and left me (Andre 3000) Hollywood divorce all
hold like Judo (oh!) I know a lot of nigga hot about me ('bout me) I know you niggaz ain't forgot about me I'm a shotter{?} with the O's and the dro
what you do to me She starts off, Well I don't usually Then I, whip it out, rubber no doubt Step out, show me what you all about Fingers in your mouth
integrity at every cost, and his home was Natchez Mississippi Did it like Miles and Dizzy, now we gettin' busy Bridging The Gap from the blues, to jazz
Chet, you went so far they're following you The style with which you blew Time has a way of drifting by us Feeling what you gave It melts away the blues in me
