U2 - Original of the Species [TS 5.1] Lyrics
Get the lyrics to the song: Original of the Species [TS 5.1] by U2 at LyricsKeeper.com.
Original of the Species [TS 5.1]
Original of the Species [TS 5.1] Lyrics |
---|
What Are The Lyrics For Original of the Species [TS 5.1] By U2?
Baby slow down
The end is not as fun as the start Please stay a child somewhere in your heart I'll give you everything you want Except the thing that you want You are the first one of your kind And you feel like no-one before You steal right under my door And I kneel 'cause I want you some more I want the lot of what you got And I want nothing that you're not Everywhere you go you shout it You don't have to be shy about it Some things you shouldn't get too good at Like smiling, crying and celebrity Some people got way too much confidence baby I'll give you everything you want Except the thing that you want You are the first one of your kind And you feel like no-one before You steal right under my door I kneel 'cause I want you some more I want the lot of what you got And I want nothing that you're not Everywhere you go you shout it You don't have to be shy about it, no And you'll never be alone Come on now show your soul You've been keeping your love under control Everywhere you go you shout it You don't have to be shy about it Everywhere you go you shout it Oh my my And you feel like no-one before You steal right under my door I kneel 'cause I want you some more I want you some more, I want you some more... |
Who Wrote Original of the Species [TS 5.1] By U2?
Adam Clayton, Dave Evans, Larry Mullen, Paul Hewson
|
More Lyrics
0 | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | I | J | K | L | M | N | O | P | Q | R | S | T | U | V | W | X | Y | Z
Lyrics Of The Day
- Henry Mancini: Moon River [From Breakfast at Tiffany’s] Moon river, wider than a mile…
- Liberace: Cow Cow Boogie Out on the plains down near Santa fe…
- Danny Stevens: The Oracle What a tragic mess you fools have made of this…
- Sleep: Marijuanaut's Theme Saturn five rise, as gravity dies, through ionosphere he flies…
- Tim Fite: My Hands Accidentally, on purpose…