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HIRIYE

Hiriye song is from movie Race 3. Hiriye song is sung by Deep Money & Neha Bhasin. In Hiriye song featuring / starcast Anil Kapoor, Salman Khan, Jacqueline Fernandez, Bobby Deol, Daisy Shah, Saqib Saleem, Freddy Daruwala. Lyric of Hiriye song is given by Kumaar. Music of Hiriye song is given by Meet Bros. Race 3 is directed by Remo D'Souza. Race 3 is produced by Ramesh S. Taurani and Salma Khan. Race 3 is releasing on 15th June 2018.
 
Movie: Race 3
Song: Hiriye
Singer: Deep Money & Neha Bhasin
Starcast / Featuring: Anil Kapoor, Salman Khan, Jacqueline Fernandez, Bobby Deol, Daisy Shah, Saqib Saleem, Freddy Daruwala
Lyricist: Kumaar
Music: Meet Bros
Movie Director: Remo D'Souza
Movie Producer: Ramesh S. Taurani and Salma Khan
Movie Release Date: 15th June 2018
 
 

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Birthday Sex

Yeah, yeah, yeah
 
[Verse 1:]
It's your birthday so I know
You want to ride out,
Even if we only go to my house
Sip mo- weezy* as we sit upon my couch
Feels good, but I know you want to cry out
You say you want passion
I think you found it
Get ready for action
Don't be astounded
We switchin' positions
You feel surrounded
Tell me where you want your gift, girl
 
[Chorus:]
Girl you know I-I-I
Girl you know I-I-I
I've been fiending'
Wake up in the late night...dreamin' about your lovin'
Girl you know I-I-I
Girl you know I-I-I
Don't need candles or cake
Just need your body to make good
Birthday sex
Birthday sex
It's the best day of the year, girl
Birthday sex
Birthday sex
It feels like, feels like... lemme hit that...g-spot g-spot
 
[Verse 2:]
See you sexy
And 'em jeans got me on 10
1-2-3, think I got you pinned
Don't tap out...fight until the end
Ring that bell; we gon start over again
We grindin' with passion,
Cuz it's yo birthday
Been at it for hours...I know you thirsty
You kiss me so sweetly...taste just like Hershey's
Just tell me how you want yo gift, girl
 
[Chorus:]
 
[Verse 3:]
First I'm gonna take a dive into the water deep
Until I know I pleased that body
Or girl without a broom
I might just sweep you off your feet
And make you wanna tell somebody how I do
Or maybe we can float on top of my water bed
You close your eyes as I improv between your legs
We work our way from kitchen stoves, and tables
Girl you know I'm more than able to please, yeah
Say you wanted flowers on the bed (on the bed)
But you got me and now it's on again
 
[Chorus:]
 

Pale green ghosts

Back then I often found myself
Driving on the road at night
And the radio was broadcasting the ocean
Warm late spring wind whips through my hair
I am right here, but I want to be there
And no one in this world is gonna stop me
 
Pale green ghosts at the end of May
Soldiers of this black highway
Helping me to know my place
Pale green ghosts must take great care
Release themselves into the air
Reminding me that I must be aware
 
At 25 and 36 to Boulder
I was getting warm
But now I'm getting colder
And I stomp my feet ammending like a child
I hope you get everything you wanted boy
I hope you conquer the world and turn it into your toy
But don't come crying when you're forced to learn the truth
 

Claus Weselsky Song

[Nachrichtensprecherin:]
Die Woche des Bahnstreiks hat begonnen und es wird wohl der längste Streik der Bahngeschichte.
 
Hier kommt der… [Weselsky:] Claus Weselsky!
Den Trotzkopf kennt man schon, [Weselsky lachend:] Schön!
Der Paragraphenreiter und Macker der Nation.
 
[Passanten:]
Also langsam reicht's mir!
Unangemessen!
Mich, ähm, mich kotzt das an!
[Weselsky:] Tja, das hatten wir voriges Jahr schon.
 
Er schickt die Plastiktüten
Gerne zum Streiken raus.
Und rät man ihm zur Schlichtung,
Dann weicht er immer aus.
 
Er merkt nicht, dass sein Ego voll an uns'ren Nerven sägt.
Mit seinem Rumgestreike hat er Deutschland… [Weselsky:] umgelegt.
Ha, was uns ziemlich stark erregt! [Mann:] Voll scheiße!
 
Bahnstreik Nummer acht,
Schon wieder keine Lok da!
„Leckt mich doch am Arsch!“, sagt dieser sture Bock da.
Oberlippenbart,
Er ist und bleibt ein Zocker.
Und das kostet Geld:
Ja, eine Milliarde locker!
Du alter Warnstreik-Schocker,
Mach dich endlich locker!
[Weselsky:] Nein! Und wir haben keinerlei Ergebnisse erzielt.
 
[gesprochen:] Dann mach mal hinne, du Lok-Vogel1!
Und tschüss!
 
  • 1. play on words, actual: 'Lockvogel'

Sometimes

Sometimes there are no words
To set you free
Sometimes you have to let it go
And let it be
 
Sometimes there is only
A deep ocean blue
And a wave above
An endless sea
 
Take off on your sails
And let the wind take you
Take you where she pleases
Where she goes
Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes
 
Sometimes all you had
Seemed lost forever
Sometimes nothing you can do can make a change
Sometimes all there is, is deep blue ocean
One pair of footprints is all that remains
 
Take off on your sails
And let the wind take you
Take you where she pleases
Where she goes
Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes