Beyonce is active in EVERY aspect of making her albums so it means more chances to win , Britney would never have won with one song in a non dance category up against Luther vandross and Alicia’s keys e.t.c
Notice me Take my hand Why are we Strangers when Our love is strong? Why carry on without me? And every time I try to fly I fall Without my wings I feel so small I guess I need you baby And every time I see You in my dreams I see your face It's haunting me I guess I need you baby I make-believe That you are here It's the only way That I see clear What have I done? You seem to move on easy And every time I try to fly I fall Without my wings I feel so small I guess I need you baby And every time I see You in my dreams I see your face You're haunting me I guess I need you baby I may have made it rain Please forgive me My weakness caused you pain And this song's my sorry At night I pray That soon your face will fade away And every time I try to fly I fall Without my wings I feel so small I guess I need you baby And every time I see You in my dreams I see your face You're haunting me I guess I need you baby
"Everytime" Notice me Take my hand Why are we Strangers when Our love is strong Why carry on without me? Everytime I try to fly I fall without my wings I feel so small I guess I need you baby And everytime I see you in my dreams I see your face, it's haunting me I guess I need you baby I make believe That you are here It's the only way I see clear What have I done You seem to move uneasy And everytime I try to fly I fall without my wings I feel so small I guess I need you baby And everytime I see you in my dreams I see your face, you're haunting me I guess I need you baby I may have made it rain Please forgive me My weakness caused you pain And this song's my sorry Oh At night I pray That soon your face Will fade away And everytime I try to fly I fall without my wings I feel so small I guess I need you baby And everytime I see you in my dreams I see your face, you're haunting me I guess I need you baby
Whew! It was pretty good. Noticed a stumble at 1:48. Dead key at 1:57. Couple of other spots that took me out of the music. But pretty good. Lovely song.
would never have thought this is her composition music sheets, by her vocal style. Like 2 ending nodes by most exceeded sides , but she is she . She's one. A little bit magical like , I'm fancy on and her only publicised edition is still emotive enough to be heard for one decade and I chose to believe there would be more and more lovers on it . Her sadness is successfully written by musical notes .
Notice me Take my hand Why are we Strangers when Our love is strong Why carry on without me? Everytime I try to fly I fall without my wings I feel so small I guess I need you, baby And everytime I see you in my dreams I see your face It's haunting me I guess I need you, baby I make believe That you are here It's the only way I see clear What have I done? You seem to move on easy Everytime I try to fly I fall without my wings I feel so small I guess I need you, baby And everytime I see you in my dreams I see your face You're haunting me I guess I need you, baby I may have made it rain Please forgive me My weakness caused you pain And this song's my sorry Uuuh At night I pray That soon your face Will fade away And everytime I try to fly I fall without my wings I feel so small I guess I need you, baby And everytime I see you in my dreams I see your face You're haunting me I guess I need you, baby
This is the fuckin' American dream. This is my fuckin' dream, y'all! All this sheeyit! Look at my sheeyit! I got... I got SHORTS! Every fuckin' color. I got designer T-shirts! I got gold bullets. Motherfuckin' VAM-pires. I got Scarface. On repeat. SCARFACE ON REPEAT. Constant, y'all! I got Escape! Calvin Klein Escape! Mix it up with Calvin Klein Be. Smell nice? I SMELL NICE! That ain't a fuckin' bed; that's a fuckin' art piece. My fuckin' spaceship! U.S.S. Enterprise on this shit. I go to different planets on this motherfucker! Me and my fuckin' Franklins here, we take off. TAKE OFF! Look at my shit. Look at my shit! I got my blue Kool-Aid. I got my fuckin' NUN-CHUCKS. I got shurikens; I got different flavors. I got them sais. Look at that shit, I got sais. I got blades! Look at my sheeyit! This ain't nuttin', I got ROOMS of this shit! I got my dark tannin' oil... lay out by the pool, put on my dark tanning oil... I got machine guns... Look at this, look at this motherfucker here! Look at this motherfucker! Huh? A fucking army up in this shit!
inclusive !!! !! to form greater than words , that music should work out like this . I think this performance is just 1% of such much brit d' want to tell in her world thesaurus es Gorgeous and practical , an outstanding piece I d like for over ten years
