Blue in London - Lori Lieberman & The Matangi Quartet

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Three little puppies resting in the sun Little Midnite just 6, Buttons-21 Mori, the only puppy still with me In dog years about 60 or 73. Three little puppies as I open the fridge Midnite and Buttons on the rainbow bridge Mori begs for a tasty treat She gives me a paw, she knows how to speak LITTLE PUPPY PLAY IN THE AUTUMN LEAVES FOR OUR TIME ON EARTH IS WAY TOO BRIEF FROM THE RAINBOW BRIDGE, CAN'T YOU HEAR ME WEEP SINCE YOU WENT AWAY, I'M OVERcOME WITH GRIEF Three little puppies laying in the shade Got one little puppy and two puppy graves Midnite and Buttons have a memorial den It says "2004 to 2010" Buttons lived to see a good old age Midnite's life was just a turn of a page Mori now, she's turning gray She needs a nap right after she plays

It's so simple get to the floor It's so simple get to the floor It's so simple get to the floor It's so simple get to the floor It's so simple get to the floor It's so simple get to the floor It's so simple get to the floor It's so simple get to the floor It's so simple get to the floor It's so simple get to the floor It's so simple get to the floor Matangi, Matangi Matangi, Matangi Somalia, Bosnia Cuba, Colombia Ecuador, Mexico Bhutan, Morocco Botswana, Ghana India, Serbia Libya, Lebanon Gambia, Nambia Bali, Mali Chile, Malawi Bequai, Saintt vincent Trinidad and Norway China, Canada U.S.A and UK Nepal, Nigeria Ethiopia, North K Myanmar, Panama Philippines, Nicaragua Palestine and Greece Peru and France It's so simple do the dance Pretty raw Get to the floor Came up listening to war war Weekend trips to Singapore Preach like a priest I sing like a whore Do you want more? Do you want more? Do you know what I got in store? Do you want more? Do you want more? It's so simple get to the floor It's so simple get to the floor It's so simple get to the floor Do you want more? Do you want more? Do you know what I got in store? It's so simple get to the floor It's so simple get to the floor Do you want more? Do you want more? Do you know what I got in store? I'm ice cream You're so bait They got guns but it points the wrong way Yeah I'm on it they cirque de soleil They make big sounds with nothing to say School of fakeness I'm school of hard knocks You're here to fool us I'm here to take shots Look-alike, copycat Doppleganger, fraud They ain't got nothing on me Now I'm getting bored If your gonna be me you need a manifesto If you ain't got one you better get one presto Yeah you got money we sell bootlegs only When the shit counts our numbers way plenty We started at the bottom but drake gets all the credit Paper route or life route yeah we be ready Bug spray Bug spray Bug spray Bug spray Bug spray Bug spray

I heard he sang a good song, I heard he had a style, And so I came to see him And listen for a while. And there he was this young boy, A stranger to my eyes, Strumming my pain with his fingers, Singing my life with his words, Killing me softly with his song, Killing me softly with his song, Telling my whole life with his words, Killing me softly with his song. I felt all flushed with fever, Embarrassed by the crowd, I felt he'd found my letters And read each one out loud. I prayed that he would finish, But he just kept right on, Strumming my pain with his fingers, Singing my life with his words, Killing me softly with his song, Killing me softly with his song, Telling my whole life with his words, Killing me softly with his song. He sang as if he knew me In all my dark despair And then he looked right through me, As if I wasn't there. But he was there, this stranger, Singing clear and strong, Strumming my pain with his fingers, Singing my life with his words, Killing me softly with his song, Killing me softly with his song, Telling my whole life with his words, Killing me softly with his song. Einde