Free Fallin' - John Mayer

She's a good girl, loves her mama
Loves Jesus and America too
Shes a good girl, crazy 'bout Elvis
Loves horses and her boyfriend too

It's a long day living in reseda
There's a freeway runnin' through the yard
And I'm a bad boy 'cause I don't even miss her
I'm a bad boy for breakin her heart

And I'm free, free fallin'
Yeah I'm free, free fallin'

All the vampires walkin' through the valley
Move west down ventura boulevard
And all the bad boys are standing in the shadows
All the good girls are home with broken hearts

And I'm free, free fallin'
Yeah I'm free, free fallin'
Free fallin', now I'm free fallin', now I'm
Free fallin', now I'm free fallin', now I'm

I wanna glide down over mulholland
I wanna write her name in the sky
Gonna free fall out into nothin'
Gonna leave this world for a while

And I'm free, free fallin'
Yeah I'm free, free fallin'

Hemma igen! Har varit borta så gott som hela dagen, men det har inte hänt så mycket spännande att skriva om.

Men iallafall, det är väl dags att uppdatera i kategorin Bunnys musik?

Oh Susie - Secret Service

Oh, Susie
we've run out of time
oh, Susie
say what's on your mind
we've got nowhere to run
we were much too young.

Love is warm and understanding
when you're seventeen
love is cold
kills your dreams and schemes
much too young
the words are comin'
like a neonlight
of and on
bringin' back last night
bringin' back last night.

Oh, Susie
we've run out of time
oh, Susie
say what's on your mind
we've got nowhere to run
we were much too young.

I'm in love
and nothing else can
make me feel this way
now I'm lost not much more to say
radio
the song they're playin' can't be rightly sung
off and on
singin' much too young
singin' much too young.

Oh, Susie
we've run out of time
oh, Susie
say what's on your mind
we've got nowhere to run
we were much too young.

Oh, Susie
we've run out of time
oh, Susie
say what's on your mind
we've got nowhere to run
we were much too young.

Det här måste vara en av dom bästa låtarna som funnits ♥

In the Ghetto - Elvis Presley

Ärligt talat har jag börjat uppskatta gammal musik. Låtarna, och speciellt texterna, var mycket bättre förr. Därför måste jag lägga upp texten till den här låten:

As the snow flies
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
A poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto
And his mama cries
'cause if there's one thing that she don't need
it's another hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto

People, don't you understand
the child needs a helping hand
or he'll grow to be an angry young man some day
Take a look at you and me,
are we too blind to see,
do we simply turn our heads
and look the other way

Well the world turns
and a hungry little boy with a runny nose
plays in the street as the cold wind blows
In the ghetto

And his hunger burns
so he starts to roam the streets at night
and he learns how to steal
and he learns how to fight
In the ghetto

Then one night in desperation 
the young man breaks away
He buys a gun, steals a car,
tries to run, but he don't get far
And his mama cries

As a crowd gathers 'round an angry young man
face down on the street with a gun in his hand
In the ghetto

As her young man dies,
on a cold and gray Chicago mornin',
another little baby child is born
In the ghetto
And his mama cries