You're laughing pretty baby, baby
Further on up the road
Someone gonna hurt you like you hurt me, baby
You mistreat me, treat me like a fool
Oh baby, oh baby
Further on up the road
Someone gonna hurt
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- James Brown
Тексты песен James Brown
- James Brown - Further On Up The Road
- James Brown - I Got YouWhoa-oa-oa! I feel good, I knew that I would, now I feel good, I knew that I would, now So good, so good, I got you Whoa! I feel nice, like sugar and spice I feel nice, like sugar and spic
- James Brown - I Got You (I Feel Good)Whoa-oa-oa! I feel good, I knew that I would, now I feel good, I knew that I would, now So good, so good, I got you Whoa! I feel nice, like sugar and spice I feel nice, like sugar and spic
- James Brown - I got you (I Feel so good)Whoa-oa-oa! I feel good, I knew that I would, now I feel good, I knew that I would, now So good, so good, I got you Whoa! I feel nice, like sugar and spice I feel nice, like sugar and spice So nice, s
- James Brown - Let A Man Come In And Do The PopcornHey you all look out let a man come in I got to have fun I'm gonna do my thing Way over yonder can you dig that mess The sister standing out there dressed up In a brand new mini dress Look hey over th
- James Brown - Need Your Love So BadI need someone hands to lead me through the night I need someone arms to hold and squeeze me tight And when the night begins until it ends I need your love so bad I need some lips to feel next to mine
- James Brown - Santa Claus, Santa ClausI've been good, so good you know Well, why do I have to suffer so Santa Claus, Santa Claus Please, don't make me suffer so Christmas come but once a year Oh, won't somebody please, please Please bring
- James Brown - Strangers In The NightStrangers in the night, exchanging glances Wondering in the night what were the chances We'd be sharing love before the night was through Something in your eyes was so inviting Something in your smile
- James Brown - The Things That I Used To DoThe things that I used to do Lord, I won't do no more The things that I used to do Lord, I won't do no more I used to sit and Hold your hand, baby Cry and beg you not to go I was born in Georgia, baby