Somethin' to someone I just wanna be somethin' I just wanna be someone Someone who stands out in the crowd Mother would be proud Somethin' to someone, yeah Somethin' to someone
live But something has to give [CHORUS:] 'Cuz I just wanna be something I just wanna be someone Someone who stands out in the crowd Mother would be proud Something to someone
Übersetzung: Bed. Jemandem etwas.
alone, being followed someone always watching what we do never alone, but I?m in the shadows I dream things I don?t want you to know something shifting
I have only one week to make you mine And I may never see you again Time is few and far between There is someone else who needs There is someone else
dim lit hall Is stretching further Not knowing What I might discover Through a door half open A painted light bulb swings Casting someone's shadow Reaching towards me Something
d been picking. But I lit my first and watched a small kid Playing with a can that he was kicking. Then I walked across the street And caught the Sunday smell of someone
feel, like it?s magic and we have it, when it happens [Bridge:] I wanna scream your name, out to the sky, let it shine with the stars Now that you lit
lit my first and watched a small kid cussin' at a can that he was kicking then I crossed the empty street and caught the Sunday smell of someone
someone fryin' chicken And it took me back to something That I'd lost somehow somewhere along the way On the Sunday morning sidewalk wishing Lord that I was stoned Cause there's something
pick ourselves up just to let us down anyway. The one thing that you're missing is loungin' on the log right next to you. So pick up that precious something
on show, they last a lifetime, And your hands leave their Marks in the sand, they last for ever, For ever. It's clear to me: You fit so perfectly In a dimly lit
when you opened your eyes Did the world tip off its axis for a few seconds? And you thought you'd caught a tiny glimpse of someone? Something here with
new dance, like this [Chorus] [Verse - 2] Go on wit ya big ass! lemme see something Tell ya little friend he can quit mean mugging I'm lit and I don
tall as they were. His name was Larry. And Larry spoke in a very slow deliberate way. And Larry always smokes his long Havana cigar. He always had one lit
us and all that i want now is not stray i need the strength you radiate it's something i can trust i like to keep your pictures candle lit i need you to be someone
