Lyrics:
Always
The Ink Spots
Written by Irving Berlin
This version not released as a single
Five versions charted in 1926, two in 1944, and two more in
the dance, a symphony that'll forever last.
Down the boulevard, in nature's embrace,
We paint dreams like artists on a canvas of grace.
You and I, in this
more, what?
Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn di music up?
It goes one by one, even two by two
Everybody on di floor let me show you how we do
Let's go,
lay racks for a little of your time/
I can tell your class by a look at those Loubs/
And what pretty lady doesn't want to match her shoes/
So tonight
then he's a man like mine!
( The only man in the world! )
Words and Music by Irving Berlin
more, what?
Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn di music up?
It goes one by one, even two by two
Everybody on di floor let me show you how we do
Let's go,
what
Come Mr. DJ won't you turn the music up
It goes one by one even two by two
Everybody on the floor let me show you how we do
Lets go dip it low
to look up
Irving Berlin in the section
For sixteenth century literature
No! Fact is, friends
And I'm telling you in confidence 'cause
I know no one gonna
stop,don’t stop
Bodies rock and move as one,
Beat are pumping on and on,
We won’t stop until the dawn, we dance all night.
Bodies rock and move as one
Through all these lanes
Ima drop a dime like Irving
Niggas know I don’t play games
Don’t ask where I been bitch I’m working
Letting shots out the glock man
Dixieland and dance a honky-tonk
And I'll be buyin' ev'rybody drinks all 'roun'
Old black water, keep on rollin'
Mississippi moon, won't you keep
Dixieland and dance a honky-tonk
And I'll be buyin' ev'rybody drinks all 'roun'
Old black water, keep on rollin'
Mississippi moon, won't you keep
Dixieland and dance a honky-tonk
And I'll be buyin' ev'rybody drinks all 'roun'
Old black water, keep on rollin'
Mississippi moon, won't you keep
to dance
I believe he had gold teeth in
I believe the man who taught you how to dance
He had some style
I want to know, I need to know
I want your
Away with the music of Broadway
Be off with your Irving Berlin
No, I give no quarter to Kern or Cole Porter
And Gershwin keeps pounding on tin
How
jumping down in Carnegie Hall
Instead of Strauss they play Irving Berlin
Instead of Brahms it's Begin the Beguine
Those classic khakis are due for a fall
dance the last dance for love
Yes, it's my last chance for romance tonight
Wo-o
I need you by me beside me to guide me
To hold me to scold me
Cause when
WHAT'LL I DO
Writer Irving Berlin
Gone is the romance That once was devine It's broken and cannot be mended You must go your way And I must go mine
-just dance-
Je me souviens le premiere fois
That I heard just dance on
The radio grab coat
The first time when I wrote
It change my life, lets go!
Gaga
in my ear, you see them hoes jock?
Bitch there's a whole lotta rocks up in this powder watch
I'm writin' letters to the pen for my brother Irving
in my ear, you see them hoes jock?
Bitch there's a whole lotta rocks up in this powder watch
I'm writin' letters to the pen for my brother Irving
fancy shoes but Ion dance
And everyday I'm touching paper bitch I gotta get them bands
Yup, yup, I'm punching in once again my mic fucked up
He was only
dance when you dancin'
I just sent the gunners out to dance with
Fuck you boys, I did this by my damn self
I just fell in love with my bando
I just
with me, baby
Dance with me, come on, dance with me, baby
How you gon' tell me to mind my own biz
When you lookin' like somethin' I need to know
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