Mr. Magic (Trough The Smoke) – Amy Winehouse (Letras)
Everyday I see you My hands were made for you And you always give me stress free point of view […]
Everyday I see you My hands were made for you And you always give me stress free point of view […]
Did you say I ve got a lot to learn? Well babe, don t think I m trying not to
Aye aye aye, aye aye aye you huggin up the big monkey man Aye aye aye, aye aye aye you
Her name is Cherry We ve just met But already she knows me Better than you She understands me After
I can see you ahead of me But I m not always forward thinkin I tell you what you want
Images present themselves to me Seeds are ripe for reapin I can tell you sleepin You re everything you ever
Simple sweet guitar Humble by the bass It s when the beat kicks in Everything falls into place And it
Nobody stands in between me and my man, It s me and Mr.Jones (Me and Mr.Jones) What kind of fuckery
Your neighbours were screaming I don t have a key for downstairs So I punched all the buzzers Hoping he
There is no greater love Than what I feel for you No sweeter song, no heart so true There is
Attract me til it hurts to concentrate Distract me Stops me doing work I hate And just to show him
When I walk in your shoes I understand a man confused They re much too big, but I don t