Dave Gahan - Deeper and deeper

Tekst :

I want your love I m gonna have you
When I want to
I m gonna take you
That s what I like

I m going down now
Deeper and deeper
Under your skin now
You know that it s right

I want to love you
I want your love
I want to love you
I want your love

You can t tell me
That you don t want it
You know that I like it
When you put up a fight

I m gonna have you
When I want to
I m gonna take you
That s what I like

I want to love you
I want your love
I want to love you
I want your love

I m gonna have you
When I want to
I m gonna take you
That s what I like

I m going down now
Deeper and deeper
Under your skin now
You know that it s right

I want to love you
I want your love
I want to love you
I want your love

Inne utwory

  • Bitter apple
  • Dirty sticky floors
  • Use you
  • Down
  • A little lie
  • 21 Days
  • Stand up
  • Miracles
  • Insoluble
  • A little piece
  • Maybe
  • I need you
  • Black and blue again
  • Stay
  • Breathe
  • Saw something
  • Kingdom
  • Hold on
  • Losowe utwory

    Loner

    Down at the bus station
    shark grins and sandpaper conversation
    men s faces women s bodies on the magazine stand
    and a headline about Sarajevo and Tehran

    They are radiant angels, they are earthly slaves
    they are predators moving in their endless days

    Big truck driver

    [Mystikal]
    Whaaa, wassup nigga?
    This for my niggas in them Big Trucks
    This for all my niggas in them SUV s, you heard me?
    This for my Big Truck Drivers, look nigga blow yo Big Truck Horn
    You still could see me in my...

    Speed me towards death

    Speed me towards death
    cause I just can t wait for her
    I want her to come
    I want to embrace her
    I ve decided it s life
    that I don t like - that I don t like
    speed me towards death

    Making it beautiful

    All of my love
    I?m so sad to say
    Is all I can give to you
    And could that be enough
    Of my love to repay
    All of the things you do
    Take my breath away
    Making it beauiful
    All I can...

    Ludzie bez twarzy

    Wypluci z gardeł czasu
    Wymięci jak banknoty
    Snują się po ulicach
    Ludzie bez twarzy

    Ich przygarbione plecy
    Gotowe do ukłonów
    Przygięte od dzieciństwa
    Ludzie bez twarzy

    Na ich twarzach smutek
    Ich życie puste jest
    Bez końca powielają