11-Б - Boney M (попурри) | Текст песни

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• Boney M (попурри)

Hands up, baby, hands up
Gimme your heart, gimme, gimme your heart
Give it, give it
Hands up, baby, hands up
Gimme your heart, gimme, gimme
All your love, all your love

Angel face, I love your smile
Love your ways, I like your style
What can I do to get closer to you?
Don't think twice or count to ten
Don't take advise, don't ask me when
Just come my way, simply kiss me and say

Hands up, baby, hands up
Gimme your heart, gimme, gimme your heart
Give it, give it
Hands up, baby, hands up
Gimme your heart, gimme, gimme
All your love, all your love

Bahama, bahama mama
Got the biggest house in town bahama mama
Bahama, bahama mama
But her trouble’s getting down bahama mama
She has six daughters
And not one of them is married yet
And she’s looking high and low
And none of them plays ever hard to get
So if you’re lonesome go there go
Bahama, bahama mama
You should all be looking for bahama mama
Bahama, bahama mama
And I’m sure you will adore bahama mama

Sunny, yesterday my life was filled with rain.
Sunny, you smiled at me and really eased the pain.
The dark days are gone, and the bright days are here,
My Sunny one shines so sincere.
Sunny one so true, I love you.