Ritchie Family - Sophistication paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Sophistication - Ritchie Family




Who, who, who do you think you are
Who, who looks like a superstar
I am not an impressed about what I see
You're wasting your precious time staring at me
You try to look mysterious, but it ain't no big deal
So my man I'll have to tell you that you got to be real
Who, who, who drives a foreign car
Who, who, who thinks that he's a star
Who, who, who takes their game too far
Who lives on sophistication
You wear finest clothes
But that's as far as you go
Holding that Gucci and way you wear so hold
You're not half a man that you think you are
Who, who, who has an attitude
Who, who, who's wearing lots of jewels
Who, who, who's sometimes very cool
Who lives on sophistication
Nobody came to see me
When you're not aware
Every time you turn around
What, what, what, what
You think you see,
What you think you see
What you think you see,
Double really isn't there
Who, who, who's living in the town
Who, who, who's moving much too fast
Who, who, who needs to buy some grass
Who lives on sophistication
I'm not hard to please
But your act is so unreal
And I hope you don't mind hearing
About how I feel
Take a look in the mirror
Cause the mirror won't conceal
Something ain't right
You don't want me to feel
Who, who, who's got their head on wrong
Who, who, who sing a different song
Who, who, when all their cash is gone
Who lives on sophistication
Gonna have to change your name
'Cuz you've got yourself to blame
Gonna have to leave this town
'Cuz we don't want you around
Who, who, who's gonna be your friend
Who, who, when all the good times end
Who, who, who needs to look again
Who lives on sophistication
Who, who, who has a lot to learn
Who, who, as far as I'm concerned
Who, who, whose gonna end up burned
Who lives on sophistication
I'll burn you too easy
Before you get your fill
Something is lacking
Cause you want me to feel
It ain't no big deal
I wanna be thrilled
You think your game is hot
But something just ain't right
You're almost on the floor
Do you know just who you are?
I'll break you too easy
Before you get your fill
Something is lacking
Cause you don't quite know to feel
Who, who, who do you think you are
Who, who, tell me, tell me you're no star
Who, who, who do you think you are
Who, who, tell me, tell me you're no star
Who, who, who do you think you are
Who, who, tell me, tell me you're no star.



Writer(s): Jacques Morali, Phillip L Hurtt


Ritchie Family - Give Me a Break
Album Give Me a Break
date de sortie
01-05-2009




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