Lyric This Week

Indra & Tya's Record of The Week
Between The Lines - Sara Bareilles

Time to tell me the truth
To burden your mouth for what you say
No pieces of paper in the way
Cause i cant continue pretending to choose
The opposite sides on which we fall
The loving you laters if at all
No right minds could wrong be this many times

My memory is cruel
Im queen of attention to details
Defending intentions if he fails
Until now, he told me her name
It sounded familiar in a way
I could have sworn i'd heard him say it ten thousand times
If only i had been listening

Leave unsaid unspoken
Eyes wide shut unopened
You and me
Always between the lines
Between the lines

I thought i thought i was ready to bleed
That we'd move from the shadows on the wall
And stand in the center of it all
Too late two choices to stay or to leave
Mine was so easy to uncover
He'd already left with the other
So i've learned to listen through silence

Leave unsaid unspoken
Eyes wide shut unopened
You and me be
You and me always be

I tell myself all the words he surely meant to say
I'll talk until the conversation doesn't stay on
Wait for me i'm almost ready
When he meant let go

Leave unsaid unspoken
Eyes wide shut unopened
You and me
Always be
You and me
Always between the lines


Jerry's Record of The Week
Miss Independence - Ne-Yo

Yeah, yeah yeah,
Yeah, yeah yeah,
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah.

Ooh, is somethin' about,
Just somethin' about the way she move,
I can't figure it out,
Is somethin' about her,
(Say) Ooh, is somethin' about,
Kinda woman that want you but don't need you,
(Hey) I can't figure it out,
Is somethin' about her.

'Cause she walk like a boss,
Talk like a boss,
Manicure nails just sent the pedicure off,
She's fly effortlessly, (effortlessly)
An' she move like a boss,
Do what a boss,
Do, she got me thinkin' about gettin' involved, (involved)
That's the kinda girl I need, oh.

She got her own thing,
That's why I love her,
Miss independent,
Won't you come and spend a little time,
She got her own thing,
That's why I love her,
Miss independent,
Ooh, the way me shine,
Miss independent, yeah.

Yeah, yeah yeah,
Yeah, yeah yeah,
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah. (ohh)

Ooh, there's somethin' about,
Kinda woman that can do for herself,
I look at her and it makes me proud,
There's somethin' about her,
Somethin', ooh, so sexy about,
Kinda woman that don't even need my help,
She said she got it, she got it, (she said she got it, she got it)
No doubt, there's something about her. (there's somethin' about her)

'Cause she work like a boss,
Play like a boss,
Car and the crib she 'bout to pay 'em both off, (both off)
And bills are payed on time, yeah,
She made for a boss,
Slowly boss,
Anythin' less she tellin' them to get lost, (get lost)
That's the girl that's on my mind.

She got her own thing,
That's why I love her,
Miss independent,
Won't you come and spend a little time,
She got her own thing,
That's why I love her,
Miss independent,
Ooh, the way me shine,
Miss independent, yeay.

(Mmhm) Her favorite thing to say,
Don't worry I got it, (mmhm)
And everything she got,
Best believe she bought it, (mmhm)
She gon' steal my heart,
Ain't no doubt about it, girl,
You're everything I need,
Said you're everything I need.

Yeah, yeah yeah,
Yeah yeah,
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah.

She's got her own thing, (oooohoooohhhoh)
That's why I love her, (that's why I love her, oh ohh)
Miss independent, (independent)
Won't you come and spend a little time, (ohh)
She's got her own thing, (she got, she got)
That's why I love her, (that's why I love that girl)
Miss independent, (ohh ohh)
Ooh, the way me shine,
Miss independent.

Miss independent,
That's why I love her.

Veny's Record of The Week
Disturbia - Rihanna

Bum bum be-dum bum bum be-dum bum (What's wrong with me ?)
Bum bum be-dum bum bum be-dum bum (Why do I feel like this ?)
Bum bum be-dum bum bum be-dum bum (I'm going crazy now)
Bum bum be-dum bum bum be-dum bum


No more gas in the rear
Can't even get it started
Nothing heard, nothing said
Can't even speak about it
All my life on my head
Don't want to think about it
Feels like I'm going insane
Yeah

It's a thief in the night
To come and grab you
It can creep up inside you
And consume you
A disease of the mind
It can control you
It's too close for comfort

Put on your brake lights
We're in the city of wonder
Ain't gonna play nice
Watch out you might just go under
Better think twice
Your train of thought will be altered
So if you must falter be wise
Your mind is in disturbia
It's like the darkness is the light
Disturbia
Am I scaring you tonight?
Your mind is in disturbia
Ain't used to what you like
Disturbia
Disturbia

Bum bum be-dum bum bum be-dum bum
Bum bum be-dum bum bum be-dum bum
Bum bum be-dum bum bum be-dum bum
Bum bum be-dum bum bum be-dum bum

Faded pictures on the wall
It's like they talkin' to me
Disconnectin unknown calls
Your phone don't even ring
I gotta get out
Or figure this thing out
It's too close for comfort

It's a thief in the night
To come and grab you
It can creep up inside you
And consume you
A disease of the mind
It can control you
I feel like a monster

Put on your brake lights
We're in the city of wonder
Ain't gonna play nice
Watch out you might just go under
Better think twice
Your train of thought will be altered
So if you must falter be wise
Your mind is in disturbia
It's like the darkness is the light
Disturbia
Am I scaring you tonight?
Your mind is in disturbia
Ain't used to what you like
Disturbia
Disturbia

Bum bum be-dum bum bum be-dum bum
Bum bum be-dum bum bum be-dum bum
Bum bum be-dum bum bum be-dum bum
Bum bum be-dum bum bum be-dum bum

Release me from this curse I'm in
Trying to maintain
But I'm struggling
If you can go go go
I think I'm going, ah ah ah

Put on your brake lights
We're in the city of wonder
Ain't gonna play nice
Watch out you might just go under
Better think twice
Your train of thought will be altered
So if you must falter be wise
Your mind is in disturbia
It's like the darkness is the light
Disturbia
Am I scaring you tonight?
Your mind is in disturbia
Ain't used to what you like
Disturbia
Disturbia

Bum bum be-dum bum bum be-dum bum
Bum bum be-dum bum bum be-dum bum
Bum bum be-dum bum bum be-dum bum
Bum bum be-dum bum bum be-dum bum

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