You Are The Oxygen I Need To Survive - Love Nawati | Nigerian

Oh, I love you the way you are Oh, I love you the way you are Always be faithful to me And near each night to hold so tight 'Cause I love you I love you the way you are (I love you, I love you the way you are) Whoa-ooh, never lose the charms you possess Your loveliness, the way you caress 'Cause I love you I love you the way you are (Love you the way you are) Don't have to change your color of hair The clothes you wear may all become you so And don't listen to what friends may say I will love you 'til my dyin' day Whoa-ooh, you're my girl, you ought to know And when we kiss, I'm all aglow 'Cause I love you I love you the way you are (Love you the way you are) Whoa-ooh, you're my girl, you ought to know And when we kiss, I'm all aglow 'Cause I love you ('cause I love you) I love you the way you... Oh, I love you the way you are Oh, I love you the way you are

They could prescribe you any illness you'd like if you define the terms of your ailments You could sing a pretty malady like a black canary But a crow don't know the smell of carbon monoxide How many years have you been on that couch? They could've quilt'd you in the throes by now You draw a line in the sand where it ends and you begin But the tide rolls in, so who knows? Oh, well And a little identity never hurt nobody, but lately you've been focusing too much on yourself So how many milligrams of you are still left in there? Whoa 'Cause back in my day we didn't need no feel-good pills and no psychiatrists No, we just drank ourselves to death God-damn it, we liked it Who makes the call? What's a symptom, what's a flaw, can it be both? Well, I suppose that's an answer Would you give up your humanity for just a touch of sanity? 'Cause God knows it's not like it's cancer And good news to the purists, they've discovered a cure for the symptoms of being alive It's a painless procedure with a low rate of failure But very few patients survive And a little conformity never hurt nobody, but lately I've been worried that you're losing yourself So how many milligrams of you are still left in there? Whoa 'Cause back in my day we didn't need no feel-good pills and no psychiatrists No, we just bled out in our baths God-damn it, we liked it Doctor, what's my prognosis if the studies show that Disease is in the eye of the beholder? Tell me "So it goes" We depress to impress, I guess, in layer after layer to get off our chests It's cold out now, we can take it off later Better safe than sorry, and we both know the danger So doctor, could you run another test? Got a feeling that this time I might just pass it Well, if you raise the average We'll all sing when the bell curve rings in lyrics symptomatic of the way we think And our harmonies don't sync, we can change our voices A chorus on condition of our diagnosis Back in my day we didn't need no feel-good pills and no psychiatrists What can I say, except don't heed no evil wills of moral nihilists I said, "Back in the days of lobotomies and shock therapy and mad scientists Oh, don't you make me waste my breath God-damn it" Ain't your you-dentity at stake? Does aspirin kill you with the pain? You're not your thoughts, you're not your brain, you're just the character you've made Up in your head, down in your heart, what seem like separate body parts Come together to believe they're you, and not just chemistry It's not the way that you were raised, or what the advertisements say Not what you pay for, what you pray for, what you want, or what you say And I see your tendency to redefine disease by what you need And I'm afraid I can't prescribe the diagnosis that you seek And something tells me that you need, forgive me now if I misspeak But something tells me that you like, and something tells me You prefer to be sitting there flipping through those old issues of people Well, that's our time, see you next week

Te necesito. Whoa, te necesito. Bebé, bebé, bebé no lo sabes Que te necesito (so), (so), (so), (so) I want you. Whoa, te quiero. Bebé, bebé, bebé no lo sabes Que quiero que (so), (so), (so), (so) Pablo: Usted conoció a mi solo para los labios, los besos le podría dar a mí. Desde el primer día, el bebé, que nos conocimos. Eddie: Así que si usted dice que es el mío y dejar que nuestros corazones se combinan. Juro que nunca te dejaré olvidar lo mucho que ... Te quiero. Whoa, te amo. Bebé, bebé, bebé no lo sabes Que te amo (so), (so), (so), (so) Te necesito. Whoa, te quiero. Paul: Bebé, bebé, bebé. Eddie: bebé Whoa, te amo. Paul: cariño, cariño Eddie: Oh, querida Whoa, whoa Volver a casa, volver a casa, volver a casa, volver a casa. Pablo: ¿no ves que lo necesito. Eddie: traer a casa para mí, bebé. Volver a casa, volver a casa, volver a casa, volver a casa.

I need a car when I'm driving A plane when I'm flying A call takes a quarter and dime I need a radio playing When there's nothing worth saying And help when I'm falling behind Extra rest on occasion Holiday or vacation But I need you all the time Every beat of my heart Every thought in my head Points straight to you Underlined in red Every move I make Every minute of mine I need you all the time I need boots when I'm walking Southern drawl when I'm talking And run when I want to unwind A little cash when I'm going Some freedom for growing Some preaching to keep me in line They can build it or dream it I could take it or leave it But I need you all the time Every beat of my heart Every thought in my head Points straight to you Underlined in red Every move I make Every minute of mine I need you all the time --- Instrumental --- Every beat of my heart Every thought in my head Points straight to you Underlined in red Every move I make Every minute of mine I need you all the time I need a car when I'm driving A plane when I'm flying A map when there's a city to find I need you all the time Yeah, I need you all the time I need you all the time...