Dance All Over Me (Jax Jones Remix) - George Ezra

Been a long time since you You ain't coming out your shell You ain't really been yourself Tell me, what must I do? 'Cause luckily I'm good at reading I wouldn't bug him, but he won't stop cheesin' And we can dance all day around it If you frontin', I'll be bouncing If you want it, scream it, shout it, babe Before I leave you dry Day to night to morning Keep with me in the moment I'd let you had I known it Why don't you say so? Didn't even notice No punches left to roll with You got to keep me focused You want it? Say so What-what you gonna do? He ain't never- He ain't never- (Get down, get-get down) (Get down, get-get down) He ain't never- It's been a long time since you (Fell in love) You ain't coming out your shell You ain't really been yourself Tell me, what must I do? (Do tell, my love) 'Cause luckily I'm good at reading I wouldn't bug him, but he won't stop cheesin' And we can dance all day around it If you frontin', I'll be bouncing If you want it, scream it, shout it, babe Before I leave you dry Day to night to morning Keep with me in the moment I'd let you had I known it Why don't you say so? Didn't even notice No punches left to roll with You got to keep me focused You want it? Say so He ain't never- Like zip Realer than anybody you had, like zip Why you beating 'round the bush? He ain't ever seen it in a dress like this (Get down, get-get down) Like it, love it, need it

Ask me for my cigarette Just so he can taste my lips and start to work me Calculate his every step Feel his hands around my hips, here comes the head tip Kiss him in the French way (Oh-la-la-la) Professionally passionate head to a private place So I can reciprocate (Oh-la-la-la) Let me be an astronaut, locked in your airspace Je m'appelle Jacques and I love you a lot I'm with you tonight, but tomorrow I'm not Je m'appelle Tove, get the show on the road I'm down for one night, let's go (Oh-la-la-la) No talking now, pull on my waist (Oh-la-la-la) 'Cause I want you doing bad things to me, to me (Oh-la-la-la) Always on top, I need a change (Oh-la-la-la) Come over here I just want your weight on me (Oh-la-la-la) I just want you on me (Ja-Ja-Ja-Jacques) I just want you on me (Ja-Ja-Ja-Jacques) Yeah, I kinda like the fuel On a mission to position myself right underneath you Boy, that was good for me (Oh-la-la-la) I, don't really do this, but hey, you wanna go again? Je m'appelle Jacques and I love you a lot I'm with you tonight, but tomorrow I'm not Je m'appelle Tove, get the show on the road I'm down for one night, let's go (Oh-la-la-la) No talking now, pull on my waist (Oh-la-la-la) 'Cause I want you doing bad things to me, to me (Oh-la-la-la) Always on top, I need a change (Oh-la-la-la) Come over here I just want your weight on me (Oh-la-la-la) I just want you on me (Ja-Ja-Ja-Jacques) I just want you on me (Ja-Ja-Ja-Jacques) Touch me, touch me, touch me A little touch me Touch me, touch me, touch me A little touch me Touch me, touch me, touch me A little touch me Touch me, touch me, touch me A little touch me Touch me, touch me, touch me A little touch me Touch me, touch me, touch me A little touch me Touch me, touch me, touch me No talking now, pull on my waist 'Cause I want you doing bad things to me, to me Always on top, I need a change Come over here I just want your weight on me, on me On me I just want you on me (On me) I just want you on me (On me, on me) (Touch me, touch me) On me

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع

One, two, three Why are you hanging on so tight To the rope that I'm hanging from? Off this island, this was an escape plan (this was an escape plan) Carefully timed it, so let me go And dive into the waves below Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables? Emotional torture from the head of your high table Who fetches the water from the rocky mountain spring? And walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting And I'm getting fucking tired The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ended, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour You make me do too much labour Apologies from my tongue, and never yours Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man), and weaponise The false incompetence, it's dominance under a guise If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could not save her The emotional torture, from the head of your high table She'd do what you taught her, she'd meet the same cruel fate So now I've gotta run, so I can undo this mistake At least I've gotta try The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid (The capillaries in my eyes are bursting) Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant (If our love died, would that be the worst thing?) Just an appendage, live to attend him (For somebody I thought was my saviour) So that he never lifts a finger (You sure make me do a whole lot of labour) 24-7, baby machine (The calloused skin on my hands is crackin') So he can live out his picket fence dreams (If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?) It's not an act of love if you make her (And the silence haunts our bed chamber) You make me do too much labour