Gözlerim görmeseydi seni
Ellerim tutmasaydı ellerini
Şu kalbim bırakmasaydı kendini
Yalanla dolu aşkına

Gözlerim görmeseydi seni
Ellerim tutmasaydı ellerini
Şu kalbim bırakmasaydı kendini
Yalanla dolu aşkına…

Tom Jones – Sexbomb

Aw, Aw baby, Yeah, ooh Yeak, huh, listen to this
Spy on me baby use satellite
Infrared to see me move through the night
Aim gonna fire shoot me right
Aim gonna like the way you fight
And I love the way you fight

Now you found the secret code
I use to wash away my lonely blues well
So I can’t deny or lie cause you’re a
Sexbomb sexbomb you’re a sexbomb uh, huh
You can give it to me when I need to come along give it to me
Sexbomb sexbomb you’re my sexbomb
And baby you can turn me on baby you can turn me on
You know what you’re doing to me don’t you. ha ha,
I know you do

No don’t get me wrong ain’t gonna do you no harm no
This bomb’s made for lovin’ and you can shoot it far
I’m your main target come and help me ignite ow
Love struck holding you tight hold me tight darlin
Make me explode although you know the route to go to sex me slow slow baby
And yes
I must react to claims of those who say that you are not all that huh, huh,
huh

Sexbomb sexbomb you’re a sexbomb
You can give it to me when I need to come along
Sexbomb sexbomb you’re my sexbomb
And baby you can turn me on turn me on darlinSexbomb sexbomb you’re my sexbomb sexbomb
You can give it to me when I need to come along
Sexbomb sexbomb your’re my sexbomb
And baby you can turn me on

You can give me more and more counting up the score
Yeah
You can turn me upside down inside out
You can make me feel the real deal uh uh
I can give it to you any time because you’re mine
Ouch, Sexbomb, aw baby

Sexbomb sexbomb you’re my sexbomb
And you can give it to me when I need to be turned on
no, no
Sexbomb sexbomb you’re my sexbomb
And baby you can turn me on turn me on
And baby you can turn me on turn me on
Baby you can turn me on turn me on
Ooh baby you can turn me on turn me on
Baby you can turn me on oh
Baby you can turn me on oh
Baby you can turn me on
Well baby you can turn me on

çok değiştin biRtanem
benim biLdiğim sen bu oLamazsın
gözyaşLaRımı göRmezLikten geLip
sen sevdaya kıyamazsın
aşk bu değiL bu oLmamaLı
gözLeR hep yaşLa doLmamaLı
kaLbim kıRık sevdam yitik
eLLeRim boş kaLmamaLı
geL bana ey yüce aşkı öğReten
geL kavuşaLım gözgöze yeniden
benim sevdam başkasına haRam
geL ömRümün sebebi!…

Tom Jones – Green Green Grass Of Home

The old home town looks the same as I step down from the train,
and there to meet me is my Mama and Papa.
Down the road I look and there runs Mary hair of gold and lips like cherries.
It’s good to touch the green, green grass of home.
Yes, they’ll all come to meet me, arms reaching, smiling sweetly.
It’s good to touch the green, green grass of home.
The old house is still standing tho’ the paint is cracked and dry,
and there’s that old oak tree I used to play on.

Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary, hair of gold and lips like cherries.
It’s good to touch the green, green grass of home.
Yes, they’ll all come to meet me, arms reaching, smiling sweetly.
It’s good to touch the green, green grass of home.

[spoken:]

Then I awake and look around me, at four grey wall surround me
and I realize that I was only dreaming.
For there’s a guard and there’s a sad old padre –
arm in arm we’ll walk at daybreak.
Again I touch the green, green grass of home.
Yes, they’ll all come to see me in the shade of that old oak tree
as they lay me neath the green, green grass of home.