Lirik Lagu Jus' Like Brigitte Bardot - Joshua Kadison
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
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- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
Neffertiti came out westIn a stolen limousine.Twenty dollars to her nameAnd a walk like you ain't never seen.She moved into number eightWith just a bottle in her hand,An old radio wrapped up in it's cordAnd no particular plan.I watched her in the hallway.She blew me a little kiss and said,"Hey, baby, what's a boy like you,Doin' in a place like this?"
Then she said, "Well, I hate to beThe one to have to give you the news,But this world ain't nothin' butA one way ticket to the blues."
Chorus:Then she said, Baby, she said, Baby...Baby, can you help me findA soul station on this old radio?And we can steal us a little salvationIf you got no place else to go.Oh, baby, can you help me findA soul station...I'm feeling kinda lowaAnd if you use your...use your 'magination,Baby, I dance jus' like Brigitte Bardot.
I was sweepin' a warehouse floor'Cross town midnight to eight.If my ship was ever comin' in,It sure was dockin' late.Neffertiti was dancin' six nightsAt a club just off the strip.After work we'd meet for breakfast,I'd help her count up all her tips.She'd stuff some money in my pocketAnd say, "Baby, go back home.Now what you tryin' to prove, boy,In this city all alone?"
Then she said, "Well, I hate to beThe one to have to give you the news,But this world ain't nothin' butA one way ticket to the blues."
Chorus
Spoken:She'd say, Mamma must be worried sick about you.She'd make me send home lettersEvery...'bout every month or so.So I'd be there writingAt her kitchen tableAnd Neffertiti'd be dancin' toThe sweet soul music playin' on her radio.
Mamma wants to rock you, rock you slow,To the sweet soul music on the rad
Then she said, "Well, I hate to beThe one to have to give you the news,But this world ain't nothin' butA one way ticket to the blues."
Chorus:Then she said, Baby, she said, Baby...Baby, can you help me findA soul station on this old radio?And we can steal us a little salvationIf you got no place else to go.Oh, baby, can you help me findA soul station...I'm feeling kinda lowaAnd if you use your...use your 'magination,Baby, I dance jus' like Brigitte Bardot.
I was sweepin' a warehouse floor'Cross town midnight to eight.If my ship was ever comin' in,It sure was dockin' late.Neffertiti was dancin' six nightsAt a club just off the strip.After work we'd meet for breakfast,I'd help her count up all her tips.She'd stuff some money in my pocketAnd say, "Baby, go back home.Now what you tryin' to prove, boy,In this city all alone?"
Then she said, "Well, I hate to beThe one to have to give you the news,But this world ain't nothin' butA one way ticket to the blues."
Chorus
Spoken:She'd say, Mamma must be worried sick about you.She'd make me send home lettersEvery...'bout every month or so.So I'd be there writingAt her kitchen tableAnd Neffertiti'd be dancin' toThe sweet soul music playin' on her radio.
Mamma wants to rock you, rock you slow,To the sweet soul music on the rad
