Frédérique Spigt
Taste my blues
> 1996 - Con la piccola orchestra
Taste my blues (2:39)
Na na na na, na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na, na na na na
Under your wing
Saving my skin
Slowly stained by your fingertips
You became me
And I became you
‘Till the scissors snip
You can be sure I’m taking aim at you
I light a fire in your belly too
I wake your body ‘till you’re dreaming
And love takes on a different meaning
I wish for one time
You stand in my shoes
You taste my blues
I wish for one time
You feel what I feel
You’ll be begging me please…
Come home
Na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Falling behind
You’re in two minds
Seems you’re giving it your very best shot
You felt what I feared
And I fear what you felt
‘Till the daggers cut
You can be sure I’m taking aim at you
I light a fire in your belly too
I wake your body ‘till you’re dreaming
And love takes on a different meaning
I wish for one time
You stand in my shoes
You taste my blues
I wish for one time
You feel what I feel
You’ll be begging me please…
Come home
Oh come home
Begging me please… Come home
Muziek/tekst: Jan van der Meij/Frédérique Spigt.
(P) 1996 Pixy Music/Peer Music/EMI Music Publishing
(C) 1996 Peer-Southern Productions-bv
> 1996 - Taste my blues