top. And it's the love you save from dying. Ah Just another one of my obsessions. Something I could never find. It's the kind of love that makes your heart feel obsessed
absolute creep We?ve got obsessions I want to wipe out all the sad ideas that come to me when I am holding you We?ve got obsessions All you ever think
connect with my intellect It's called obsession Can you handle it It's connected to the hip sounds And it moves with the underground It's called obsession When you're around Obsessions
Obsessions in my head Don't connect with my intellect It's called obsession Can you handle it It's connected to the hip sounds And it moves with the underground It's called obsession
(Check check ...this happened for real ...baby bash..yeah.. frankie j.... obsession) It's early in the morning And my heart is feeling lonely Just thinkin
Some obsessions are not good for you Some obsessions are just what you need I am obsessed with you It'd be convenient for you to be obsessed with me
absolute creep We've got obsessions I want to wipe out all the sad ideas That come to me when I am holding you We've got obsessions All you ever think
Let's call it in the air Obsessions are bleeding our affections Continuously killing impulses aimed to love and live Obsessions our brilliant disaffections
Obsessions Obsessions Obsessions It happened in the middle of the night When I thought I had control Didn't want to be the one to fight Didn't want to
hearts of falling stars. So dance with me. I promise I'll set you free of this pall. Have you ever kissed a pair of electric lips? Imperfect obsessions
She said it?s all you?ve got to feed the babies with the money w make my heart is gone the day it died it said enough with love, enough with love we are
of the lost A claim to inflict punishment for those who have been unjust And there's a line that can't be crossed between belief and obsession Nonexistent
Obsessions in my head Don't connect with my intellect It's called obsession Can you handle it? It's connected to the hip sounds And it moves with the underground It's called obsession
by obsessions , the more they get the more they want To have it all, they gotta see they`re plagues upon the wall Blinding obsessions Blinding obsessions
Without a word you disappeared Into your cold like dust of those long dead Severing the once cohered Upon our graves I've wept and I have bled Were you
Tradução: The Bee Gees. Obsesiones.
