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Jeff Burgess (ft. Starbreeis) - Hey Foal Sitter
★ lyrics ★
BOTH
Hey hey hey
CADANCE
The ketchup stains
On your sweatshirt that would stop the rain
I didn't quite have to ask you
And so I wore a mask to hide my blush
Your sweet smile gleamed
Luna noticed you in the next dream I dreamed
My somepony was decided
But I knew I had to hide it
You'd mock my crush
SHINING ARMOR
Hey foal sitter
Saw your heart it glitters
On your cutie mark
'Caused a spark
Within my heart
I do remark
Hey foal sitter
I don't wanna flitter
But I'm so afraid to try tonight
BOTH
Hey hey hey
CADANCE
The big school dance
I'm so glad that you would give me a first chance
I felt our love was blooming
But I am so assuming
I'm losing my mind I I I I
I'm so obsessed
Your mane is perfect and your suit is primmed and pressed
I wanna dance with you, I'm a mare and you're a stallion
And I'm sending out batallions
to make you mine
SHINING ARMOR
Hey foal sitter
Saw your heart it glitters
On your cutie mark
'Caused a spark
Within my heart
I do remark
Hey foal sitter
I don't wanna flitter
But I'm so afraid to try tonight
Hey Cadance I'm afraid
Can I tell you the feelings that I've made?
So nervous, I can't talk
Does she see my hooves shake when we walk?
CADANCE
You see I can tell my feelings finally
As the dance lets out, it's you and me
BOTH
Under the moonlit sky when you kissed me
Hey foal sitter
Saw your heart it glitters
On your cutie mark
'Caused a spark
Within my heart
I do remark
Hey foal sitter
I don't wanna flitter
But I'm so afraid to try tonight
Hey Hey Hey
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| Human beings fascinate me, being just the way they are! Tell me, little pony, can you push a cart or drive a car? Lyre is my instrument, but humans strum their sweet guitar It's a mystery, anthropology! Fingers, toes and tiny noses, brownish hair and tannish skin Would it be too much to ask to see the world they're living in? Everybody tells me that it's old and fake mythology It's a mystery, anthropology! Aren't you bored of brushing your coat, styling your mane with your hooves? I don't mean to butt in or gloat, but ancient history proves... Humans don't have wings or magic. They don't need it; they don't care! All they've got's imagination, new inventions everywhere! Babies, children, teens and elders, all alike have clothes to wear It's so real to me, anthropology! Albert Einstein, Cleopatra, William Shakespeare, Elton John, Michael Phelps, Barack Obama...who's to say that they're all gone? Maybe humans like us too and dress like us at Comic-Con? ;) It's so real to me, anthropology! Yeah, they've had a couple of fights, Nobody's perfect you see, Still I say I'm born with the rights to study whatever I please! I don't need to horse around now, I can stand on two legs! I would trade my magic powers for a pair of new legs! Grab your camera, come on, zoom in! 'Cause you're favorite mare's a human, ME! That is who I'll be! Anthropology! shh. | Род людской меня пленяет, равных людям просто нет! Мне ответь, малютка пони, ты смогла б водить мопед? Лира - символ мой по жизни, но гитара высший класс. О великая, Антропология! Пальцы, руки, голень, стопы, аккуратные носы. Я прошу не слишком много, хоть глазком увидеть их. Говорят, что люди - это просто мифология. О великая, антропология! Надоело все, только знай, гриву копытом чеши. Не беда, я вам докажу, что существуют они. Ни к чему им заклинанья, в крыльях тоже нет нужды, Механизмы - вот их сила, и к тому ж они мудры. Стар и млад, всем поголовно, им одежды не чужды. О, судьба моя, антропология! Достоевский, Клеопатра, Менделеев, Элтон Джон, Лев Толстой, Барак Обама. Скажешь нет их - вон пошел! Может люди любят нас, ведь ходят же на брони-кон. О, судьба моя, антропология! Перепалки есть и у них, но ведь и мы хороши. Люди мне близки и важны, хватит пустой болтовни! Не нужны мне ваши пони, я стою на двух ногах, Променяв свой рог на руки, поборов над этим страх. Человек тут пред тобою, что был лошадью простою я! То судьба моя. Антропология, Тсс! |
