špijunka

špijunko
ja ću danas prespavati kod tebe
očeš mi napraviti večeru?

hvala gospođo, mislim
da bum se snašla

halo, e seka
kak se rade pileća prsa?

e špijo, jel ti dobro?

ma daj fakat, znaš mene...

paaaaaaaaa......
možeš ih spohati, to ti je fino

gle, nije meni fino
kulturnom radim večeru

pa možeš ih spohati
to bu mu fino

a jel to ide sa njokaćima
i umakom od šampinjona u vrhnju
za kuhanje?

pa ide, kaj ne bi išlo

nejde, nejde!!!!
-viče šogi

kak nejde?
-urla seka

pa kak bi išlo pohano s
gljivama u vrhnju?
pohano ide s pireom!!!
-odgovara šogi

nejde ti to baš
-prenosi u slušalicu seka

dobro, a kaj da onda radim?

pa speci ga

kak?

pa u tavici, kaj ti niš ne znaš?

pa znam u tavici
al kak bum znala kad je gotovo kad
nemrem probat?

pa vidiš, onak, od oka
joooooooj!!!
pa vidiš kad je gotovo!

pa kak se vidi?
jel mora biti žuto il rozo il smeđe il.....

ma onak...
sam pazi da ti ne zgori

a jel da to pečem sve skupa
il da izrežem kost?

pa izrežeš kost

a kak debeli moraju bit ti komadi?
onak, dva prsta?

ma ne, prst ti je dost

al ti imaš manje prste od mene

gle špijunka...

okej sekić, fala...
kad bumo na kavu?

javi se za vikend

okej, bok

alo, kiki?
jesi u gužvi na poslu?
daj da te neš pitam
jel jede pes piletinu?

jede

a jel sirovu il kuhanu?

možeš mu skuhati

a kak dugo se to kuha?

pa kad zakipi još deset minuta

a jel mu dam i vodu u kojoj se kuhalo?
ili mu pomješam sa suhom?

daj mu solo

okej, ajd bok

Oh
Once upon a looking-for-Donna-time
There was a sixteen year old virgin
Oh Donna oh oh Donna oh oh oh
Looking for my Donna

I got life, mother
I got laughs, sister
I got freedom, brother
I got good times, man

I got crazy ways, daughter
I got million-dollar charm, cousin
I got headaches and toothaches
And bad times too
Like you

Rolling Stones
Wild Horses

Childhood living is easy to do
The things you wanted I bought them for you
Graceless lady you know who I am
You know I can’t let you slide through my hands

Wild horses couldn’t drag me away
Wild, wild horses, couldn’t drag me away

I watched you suffer a dull aching pain
Now you decided to show me the same
No sweeping exits or offstage lines
Could make me feel bitter or treat you unkind

Wild horses couldn’t drag me away
Wild, wild horses, couldn’t drag me away

I know I dreamed you a sin and a lie
I have my freedom but I don’t have much time
Faith has been broken, tears must be cried
Let’s do some living after we die

Wild horses couldn’t drag me away
Wild, wild horses, we’ll ride them some day

Wild horses couldn’t drag me away
Wild, wild horses, we’ll ride them some day

tot of d dej: vrijeme je za novu frizuru

Rolling Stones
Start Me Up

If you start me up
If you start me up I’ll never stop
If you start me up
If you start me up I’ll never stop

I’ve been running hot
You got me ticking gonna blow my top
If you start me up
If you start me up I’ll never stop

You make a grown man cry
Spread out the oil, the gasoline
I walk smooth, ride in a mean, mean machine

Start it up

If you start it up
Kick on the starter give it all you got, you got, you got
I can’t compete with the riders in the other heats
If you rough it up
If you like it you can slide it up, slide it up

Don’t make a grown man cry
My eyes dilate, my lips go green
My hands are greasy
She’s a mean, mean machine

Start it up

If start me up
Give it all you got
You got to never, never, never stop
Never, never
Slide it up

You make a grown man cry
Ride like the wind at double speed
I’ll take you places that you’ve never, never seen

Start it up

Love the day when we will never stop, never stop
Never stop, never stop
Tough me up
Never stop, never stop, never stop

You, you, you make a grown man cry
You, you make a dead man cum
You, you make a dead man cum

Sisters of Mercy
Temple of Love


With the fire from the fireworks up above me
With a gun for a lover and a shot for the pain at hand
You run for cover in the temple of love
You run for another but still the same
For the wind will blow my name across this land

In the temple of love you hide together
Believing pain and fear outside
But someone near you rides the weather
And the tears he cried will rain on walls
As wide as lovers eyes

In the temple of love: shine like thunder
In the temple of love: cry like rain
In the temple of love: hear my calling
In the temple of love: hear my name

And the devil in black dress watches over
My guardian angel walks away
Life is short and love is always over in the morning
Black wind come carry me far away

With the sunlight died and night above me
With a gun for a lover and a shot for the pain inside
You run for cover in the temple of love
You run for another it’s all the same
For the wind will blow and throw your walls aside

With the fire from the fireworks up above
With a gun for a lover and a shot for the pain
You run for cover in the temple of love
I shine like thunder cry like rain
And the temple grows old and strong
But the wind blows longer cold and long
And the temple of love will fall before
This black wind calls my name to you no more

In the black sky thunder sweeping
Underground and over water
Sounds of crying weeping will not save
Your faith for bricks and dreams for mortar
All your prayers must seem as nothing
Ninety-six below the wave
When stone is dust and only air remains

In the temple of love: shine like thunder
In the temple of love: cry like rain
In the temple of love: hear the calling
And the temple of love is falling
Down

In the temple of love: shine like thunder
In the temple of love: cry like rain
In the temple of love: hear my calling
In the temple of love: hear my name

In the black sky thunder sweeping
Underground and over water
Sounds of crying weeping will not save
Your faith for bricks and dreams for mortar
All your prayers must seem as nothing
Ninety-six below the wave
When stone is dust and only air remains
The only haven you can trust

And the devil in black dress watches over
My guardian angel walks away
Life is short and love is always over in the morning
Black wind come carry me far away

With the fire from the fireworks up above
With a gun for a lover and a shot for the pain you

You run for cover in the temple of love
I shine like thunder cry like rain
And the temple grows old and strong
But the wind blows longer cold and long
And the temple of love will fall before
This black wind calls my name to you no more

In the temple of love you hide together
Believing pain and fear outside
But someone near you rides the weather
And the tears he cried will rain on walls
As wide as lovers eyes

In the temple of love: shine like thunder
In the temple of love: cry like rain
In the temple of love: hear my calling
And the temple of love is falling
Down

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