paroles de chanson Batacuda Suite - Teena Marie
Mary's
into
new
things
got
a
brand
new
bag
Superficial
living
made
her
life
a
drag
World
stereotypes
her
as
she
coins
the
phrase
Living
for
the
hot
wax
and
the
printed
page
She
no
longer
wants
to
boss
the
bull
around
Contrary
to
popular
belief
All
she
wants
to
do
is
get
inside
your
head
And
play
the
fun
rhythms
of
the
street
Batucada
Suite,
rhythms
of
the
street
Music
for
the
soul
love
to
make
you
whole
Estebans
a
walker
and
a
superman
Says
that
love
will
someday
reign
throughout
this
land
Says
he's
glad
you
let
him
try
it
all
again
'Cause
his
last
time
on
earth
he
lived
life
in
sin
All
he
wants
to
do
is
spread
his
eagle
wings
And
fly
south
for
the
winter
just
like
me
All
he
wants
to
do
is
get
inside
your
head
And
play
the
funky
rhythms
from
the
streets
Batucada
Suite
rhythms
for
the
feet
Music
for
the
soul-geared
to
make
you
whole
Tribal
drums
of
the
African,
the
reggae
of
the
Rastaman
The
ragas
of
the
Indians,
rock-n-roll
music
of
my
homeland
Tender
lutes
of
the
Orient,
the
salsa
of
Spanish
descent
Jesus
music
is
heaven
sent
to
remind
us
of
what
has
went
Batu-Batu-cada
Batu-Batu-cada
I
ya
Ototele-the
rhythms
of
Y
Surdo
as
I
taste
life
bittersweet
I
know
I
am
not
complete
until
the
message
in
my
songs
are
yours
If
you
feel
a
pain
unfair,
crosses
too
heavy
to
bear
Preservation
comes
from
peace
not
war
Batu-Batu-cada
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