Search results for 'satiny'

Chocolate Song

Tori Amos

Native Invader

2017

own

Satiny luscious chocolate
I don't hate you
I don't hate you
Satiny luscious chocolate
No, I need to be more like you
Satiny luscious

dress
She a ball, call up, me say hello in text message, is stressin' to me
I break off the frame in yuh bed satiny, yeah
Me nuh want unuh fi judge me

All Buttoned Up

Richard Thompson

Still

2015

with the weather
She keeps her knees together
But she dresses so racy
Drawing Man into temptation
With everything silky, satiny, lacy

I got a girl

(Ew) wait is that sparkle
(I mean, it's like satiny) or glitter?
Alright, shit (yeah)
Hold on, I think we, uh
Have 17F, F18
Which way, which way

Air War

Crystal Castles

Crystal Castles

2008

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A husky fifenote blew, blew
Blue bloom is on the gold pinnacled hair
A jumping rose on satiny breasts of satin
Rose of Castille
Trilling,

sweet sound
Lover I can't get enough

Your satiny shimmery eyes
I can't see them

Lift the veil
Lift the veil
Lift the veil
Lift the veil
I can't see them

on the balcony
This has to be fantasy of insanity 
But the galaxy's path is near vanity
For those in plastic, scream satiny
Cause the happily ever after sees

more.
A husky fifenote blew.
Blew. Blue bloom is on the.
Gold pinnacled hair.
A jumping rose on satiny breasts of satin, rose of Castille.
Trilling,

with passion
My dick was so hard
It started to tremble and twitch
Gradually I began descending down her satiny skin
To her shoulder
Strumming down her

and good vibrations, yeah, it feels like a party, shawty
Full of ecstasy, full of satiny, luv sick, baby, that's not my thing
Let's go to the beach, baby

in sight 
But imma hold onto my satiny - won't get caught up in Vanity - I cap 
What I'm not gon do, is get in the way of my view
Do you know what

Diamond
Classified ads, many sads, hopes growin' dim
So many lasses, so many lads
He walks right by her; she doesn't see him
Satiny goose down tucked under

ļauju visam atraisīties.
Bet pats palieku satinies, kā tu neredzi  
tie neesam mēs, tā ir šī vieta.
Domāju, būtu labāk dzīvot Ēdenē
vai ēst īstenībai no

on satiny breasts of satin, rose of Castille
Trilling, trilling

purses bleat, but we carry on
We hang around famous places but not too long
A touch of sin a tang of irony
Lightly dressed girls in silky satiny

We are

silky string satiny secret thing
Into my breast pocket, that devilish deposit
Has got me locked down
I've been a tough pup to keep tied up
I've got some