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Someone to Watch Over Me



"Someone To Watch Over Me"


There's a saying old, says that "love is blind"
Still we're often told, "Seek and ye shall find"
So I'm going to seek a certain lad I've had in mind

Looking everywhere, haven't found him yet
He's the big affair I cannot forget
Only man i ever think of with regret

I'd like to add his initial to my monogram
Tell me where is the shepherd for this lost lamb?

There's a somebody I'm longin' to see
I hope that he turns out to be
Someone to watch over me

I'm a little lamb who's lost in the wood
I know I could always be good
To one who'll watch over me

Although he may not be the man some girls think of as handsome
To my heart, he carries the key

Won't you tell him please to put on some speed
Follow my lead Oh, how i need
Someone to watch over me

Amy-Jade Winehouse
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Demetrius said…
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August 20, 2008 at 8:02 PM
Intan Juliana said…
Good recommendation, D! I just loved it, but I haven't heard about SWV before. Shame on me. Well..yeah, I often relate one song to something that's going on in my life. Amy must be right. LOL

Thanks for your suggestion :)
August 21, 2008 at 7:54 PM
Demetrius said…
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August 21, 2008 at 10:25 PM
Intan Juliana said…
TLC is much more familiar to me, I even still hear their songs now. I thought it was terrific. So sad one of TLC's personnel must be gone forever.
I really love 90s, and still thought that it was the best era of music, but once more, shame on me, never heard SWV before. LOL. I WAS more into alternative, like Beastie Boys, RHCP, Green Day, all that kind of stuff. But now I'm listening to a lot of jazz and soul, not a heavy one though, like Amy, Lauryn Hill, Duffy.

BTW,
Thanks for took your time to wrote your comment :)
August 22, 2008 at 9:06 AM
Demetrius said…
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August 23, 2008 at 12:15 AM
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