Music World
 
Исполнители:
 
 
 
English versionSwitch to English 
Bette Midler
Bette Midler


Информация
Дата рождения 1 декабря 1945 г.
Место рождения Honolulu, Hawaii, United States
Жанры Vocal
Pop
Adult Contemporary
Comedy
Годы 1965—н.в.
Лейблы Columbia Records
Atlantic Records
См. также Barry Manilow
Сайт Website



Music World  →  Тексты песен  →  B  →  Bette Midler  →  Дискография  →  No Frills

Альбом Bette Midler


No Frills (1983)
1983
1.
2.
3.
4.
5.
6.
7.
8.
9.
10.
. . .


Don't ask me why
you feel the need to cry.
Stop. We don't need your sad, sad eyes.

I've been up, I've been down,
I've been wandering all around.
But it's all right.
I found out the hard way.

Is it love that makes
your world go 'round and 'round?
Is it love that brings
you to my lost and found?
Around, around, around,
around, around, around,
around, around.

Is it you? Is it me?
I'm my own worst enemy.
Got a start on the road
to self-destruction. Oooh, Whoa.

Don't stop, but don't go,
'cause I really need to know
what it takes just to make
th, this world go. Ooooooh.

Is it love that makes
the world go 'round and 'round?
Is it love that brings
you to my lost and found?
Around, around, around,
around, around, around,
around, around, around, around.

Ohhhhh, is it love that makes
your world go 'round and 'round?
Is it love that brings
you to my lost and found?
Around, around, around,
around, around, around,
around, around, around, around.

Is it love that makes
the world go 'round and around?
Is it love that brings
you to my lost and found?
Around, around, around,
around, around, around,
around, around, around, around.

Come around, come around,
come around, aroooouuuund.
Come around, come around,
come around, around.
Come around, come around,
aome around, around . . .

. . .


You're my-i-i-i-i-i, baby, you're my favorite waste of time.
My-i-i-i-i-i, baby, you're my favorite waste of time.

Here I am, I'm playing daydreaming fool again.
My favorite game.
And you are the one who's got my head in the clouds above.
You're the one that I love and
you're my-i-i-i-i-i, baby, you're my favorite waste of time.
My-i-i-i-i-i, baby, you're my favorite waste of time.

I don't care if being with you
is meaningless and ridiculous;
If it's wrong or right.
I'm gonna give you my love tonight
and tomorrow night 'cause
you're my-i-i-i-i-i, baby, you're my favorite waste of time.
My-i-i-i-i-i, baby, you're my favorite wast of time.

Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah.
You're my-i-i-i-i-i-i-i, baby, you're my favorite waste of time.
My-i-i-i-i-i-i-i, baby, you're my favorite waste of time.

And one last thing:
I'm gonna give you my love tonight,
and the bells gonna ring 'cause
you're my-i-i-i-i-i-i-i, baby, you're my favorite waste of time.
My-i-i-i-i-i, baby. you're my favorite waste of time.
My-i-i-i-i-i, baby, you're my favorite waste of time.
My-i-i-i-i-i, baby, you're my favorite waste of time.


. . .


Look at my face. I know the years are showin'.
Look at my life. Still don't know where it's goin'.
I don't know much, but I know I love you,
and that may be all I need to know.

Look at these eyes. Oh, they never see what matters.
And look at these dreams, so beaten and so battered.
I don't know much, but I know I love you,
and that may be all I need to know.

So many questions and still no answers.
I climb and climb but never get the view.
But when I hold you near me sometimes I feel so clearly
the only truth I'll ever know is me and you.

In my heart I long for inspiration.
And in my soul I know someday I'll find salvation.
I don't know much, but I know I love you,
and that may be all I need to know.

In my heart you're my inspiration.
And in my soul I know love is our salvation.
I don't kow much, but if I know you love me,
that will be all I need to know.
I don't know much, but if you say you love me,
that will be all I need to know.

. . .


Walking along the beach last night
who do you think I spy?
A girl with ebony fire eyes.
Soft and low do she cry.
Now what could be such a source of pain?
I so boldly inquire.
Pointing finger Havana way,
these three words which transpire:

She told me that only in Miami
is Cuba so far away?
Only in Miami.
My story, she goes this way.
Fish may fly through the purple keys,
golden birds take to air.
I am bound to the earth, it seems.
My life can be so unfair.
Only in Miami
is Cuba so far away?
Only in Miami
is Cuba so far away?

Standing on the shoreline waiting,
everyone anticipating.
I can hear the broken hearted say:
Only in Miami
is Cuba so far away?

And she cries for her child without a mother.
And she cries for her son without a father.
And she cries for herself without a lover.
Can't face another day.
Chase the fears away.
I thought I heard her mumble as she
turned away:

Only in Miami
is Cuba so far away?
Only in Miami
is Cuba so far away?

Standing on the shoreline waiting,
everyone anticipating.
I can hear the broken hearted say:
Only in Miami
is Cuba so far away?
Only in Miami
is Cuba so far away?
Only in Miami
is Cuba so,
Only in Miami..

. . .


I had a will of iron.
I had a heart of steel.
I always call the shots.
But, honey, you shoot to kill.
I've spent a hundred other nights like this.
A little laughter and a stranger's kiss.

But the next thing that I knew,
I was heart over head
over heart over head over you.
It's too late to stop it now.
I'm heart over head
over heart over head over you.

I never once imagined
a night like this before,
that love would last for hours,
and still I begged for more.
If I sound a little crazy,
well, forgive me, please.
My head is swimmin'
and I'm on my knees

cryin', "Love me, love me, do!"
Because I'm heart over head
over heart over head over you.
Too late to stop it now.
I'm heart over head
over heart over head over you.

Can't seem to slow down.
Can't even touch the ground.
The harder I try,
the higher I fly.

I'm fallin' heart over head
over heart over head over you.
Where did you get your touch?
I'm heart over head
over heart over head over you.
I like it much too much.
Heart over head
over heart over head over you.
Too late to stop it now.
I'm heart over head
over heart over head over you . . .

. . .


Honey, you're from Detroit.
You know a lot about wheels.
A summertime hot rod's givin' me the brake job.
Don't you stop 'til I start to squeal.
'Cause, baby, I love your body
as much as your automobile.
But I need more than a tune up.
I'll take you with the moon up.

Just let me drive. Mmm, let me drive.
I wanna feel the power comin' alive.
Darlin', let me drive. Mmm, let me drive.
Let me behind the wheel.
I wanna know how your hot rod feels.

Honey, I hear you're the expert.
You can keep me at the edge of my seat.
Take me through a tight turn, keep me at a slow burn.
feet to the floor and I feel the heat.
And, baby, they say you'll deliver
lovin' up and down the street.
But it's your turn to be driven.
C'mon and slide over.

Get in and let me drive. Mmm, let me drive.
I wanna feel all that power comin' alive.
Darlin', let me drive. Mmm, let me drive.
Let me behind the wheel.
I wanna know how your hot rod feels.

Baby, don't ask directions.
Who needs a map when there's time to ride?
Baby, you're hands are shakin'.
Give me the keys, turn on the lights.
I'm gonna burn out this road tonight.

Ooooh, let me drive. Mmm, let me drive.
I wanna feel your power comin' alive.
And darlin', let me drive. Mmm, let me drive.
Let me behind the wheel.
I wanna know how your hot rod feels.

Let me drive. Oooh, let me drive.
Let me behind the wheel.
I wanna know how your hot rod feels.
Let me drive. Let me drive.
Let me behind the wheel . . .

. . .


Your hair's so fair, your eye's so dark.
I love you hard as my life.
You pass me by as though I were a stone.
You cut me like a knife.

Boy, I do. I got my eye on you.
Got my eye on you.

I'm walking down by the water's edge.
Feel like I'm coming apart.
I'm so afraid of this jealous rage
that's taken hold of my heart.

And, boy, I do. I got my eye on you.
Boy, I do. I got my eye on you.

Boy! Now I, I've reached the end,
end of the line.
Baby, here's a kiss
to remember me by!

Boy, I do. I got my eye on you.
My eye on you.

I had a dream I was dressed in white.
The witness swears on the stand.
They caught me cryin' in the street last night.
The gun was still in my hand.

And, Boy, I do. I got my eye on you.
Boy, I do. I got my eye on you.
Got my eye on you!
My eye on you!
My eye on you.
My eye on you.
My eye on you.
My eye on you.
My eye on you.
My eye on you.
My eye on you.
Yes, I do, babe.
My eye on you.

. . .


Now write this down!

I'll never be your beast of burden.
My back is broad, but it's a' hurtin'.
All I want is for you to make love to me.

I'll never be your beast of burden.
I walk for miles, my feet are hurtin'.
All I want is for you to make love to me.

What's the matter with me?
Ain't I hot enough? Ain't I rough enough?
Ain't I rich enough? I'm not too blind to see. Ohh, ohhh.

I'll never be your beast of burden.
So let's go home and draw the curtains.
Put some music on the radio.
C'mon, baby, make some love to me.

Oh, what's the matter with me?
Ain't I hot enough? Ain't I rough enough?
Ain't I rich enough? I'm not too blind to see. Ohh, ohhh.

My little sister is a pretty pretty girl.
My little sister is a pretty pretty girl.
She loves to ride. She loves to crawl.
They love to take her out behind the garden wall.

And when they're done they just throw her away.
And she don't have an awful lot to say.
It hurts her so bad to come to the end.
I re, I remember all the times she spent sayin', "Please!"

Ain't I hot enough? Ain't I rough enough?
Ain't I rich enough? I'm not too blind to see. Ohh, ohhh.
Ohh. Ohhhh.

I'll never be your beast of burden.
My back is broad, baby, but it's a' hurtin'.
And all I want is you to make love to me.

What's the matter, what's the matter with me?
Ain't I hot enough? Oooh, yeah, ain't I rough enough?
Oooh, yeah, ain't I rich enough, rich enough, rich enough,
too blind to see? Too blind, too blind, ohhhh!

I'll never be your beast of burden.
I walk for miles, honey, my feet are hurtin'.
And all I want is you to make love to me

. . .


Don't start talking the poetry, darlin'.
That's not what I wanna hear tonight.
I'm just a girl with moonlight in my eyes.
I want a soda and a souvenir.
Yes, I'm just a girl with moonlight in my eyes.

Don't start whispering the sweet things, darlin'.
Your words are dangerously clear tonight.
I'm just a girl with moonlight in my eyes.
I want a soda and a souvenir.
Just a girl with moonlight in my eyes.

Watch what you say, I'll remember it always.
It's so easy for me to fall.
If only you knew, you might not say anything at all.
And I'm just a girl with moonlight in my eyes.

Don't start singin' them love songs, darlin'.
I believe every word that I hear tonight.
I'm a girl with moonlight in my eyes.
I want a soda and a souvenir.
Yes, I'm just a girl with moonlight in my eyes.
Just a girl with that moonlight in my eyes.

. . .


I read the paper and I hear the news.
I search the heavens vainly for clues.
Where has he gone to, and where can he be?
I need someone, we need someone.
Come back, Jimmy Dean.

Yesterday morning I read in the Times,
things cost a dollar that once cost a dime.
And everyone's lonely 'cause everyone's free.
I need someone. We need someone.
Come back, Jimmy Dean.

All our loves are loved and lost.
Our hearts all hung with rust.
All the golden birds and lads all must,
like chimney sweeps, come to dust.

I'll pour a drink; adjust my TV,
and stare at the shadows that stare out at me.
I have no expectations, oh, but occasionally
I need someone. You were someone.
Come back, Jimmy Dean.
I need someone. You were someone.
Please come back, Jimmy Dean.

. . .


комментарии публикуются при поддержке Disqus



© 2011 Music World. Все права сохранены.