Under G.I. Joe everyone wins. Joe All win. Not Just Nelly Furtado musical chairs winner. We were all so envious of her lolipop. We knew she would be a star in the game of life. Cobra landed on uranium in the game of life. They want NYC to eat yellow cake.
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This is what I want. THE BREADWINNER vs blacklisted Joe
Touch the Hand
Bryan Adams
Stand up, if ya wanna fight
I’m tellin’ all the women, stand up for your rights
If ya wanna wear the trousers, you wanna act like a man
I’d love to trade ya places, love to be your thang
I’d do all the shopping, collect you favourite suit
Press all the laundry, polish all your boots
And if you brought me flowers, I’d meet you at the door
Have your dinner ready, your slippers on the floor
And when day turns to night and you feel alright
And I turn out the lights
Touch the hand of the man who’ll make ya woman
Touch the hand of the man who’ll make it right
Touch the hand of the man who’ll make ya woman
‘Cause when day turns to night and you feel alright
And I turn out the lights
Stand up, it’s alright
Love to play the woman, love to play your wife
Light you favourite cigarette, pour your favourite drink
Wear your best apron, wash the dishes in the sink
Get your shaving lotion, turn the shower on
Warm up your bathrobe, keep my baby warm
Read ya bedtime stories, while you take a nap
Turn on the T.V., put out the cat
But when day turns to night and you feel alright
And I turn out the lights
Songwriters: Bryan Adams
I waited 4 u since i saw u in hummingbird mode on TV and got called manic. 19 years ago. I kissed some girls but david no frack. I’m not tom welling man of steel.
This is what I want. THE BREADWINNER vs blacklisted Joe
Touch the Hand
Bryan Adams
Stand up, if ya wanna fight
I’m tellin’ all the women, stand up for your rights
If ya wanna wear the trousers, you wanna act like a man
I’d love to trade ya places, love to be your thang
I’d do all the shopping, collect you favourite suit
Press all the laundry, polish all your boots
And if you brought me flowers, I’d meet you at the door
Have your dinner ready, your slippers on the floor
And when day turns to night and you feel alright
And I turn out the lights
Touch the hand of the man who’ll make ya woman
Touch the hand of the man who’ll make it right
Touch the hand of the man who’ll make ya woman
‘Cause when day turns to night and you feel alright
And I turn out the lights
Stand up, it’s alright
Love to play the woman, love to play your wife
Light you favourite cigarette, pour your favourite drink
Wear your best apron, wash the dishes in the sink
Get your shaving lotion, turn the shower on
Warm up your bathrobe, keep my baby warm
Read ya bedtime stories, while you take a nap
Turn on the T.V., put out the cat
But when day turns to night and you feel alright
And I turn out the lights
Songwriters: Bryan Adams
I waited 4 u since i saw u in hummingbird mode on TV and got called manic. 19 years ago. I kissed some girls but david no frack. I’m not tom welling man of steel.