23
Oct
07

70 Favorite Songs: 63. Tattooed on My Mind

Maybe you’ll soon forget about all,
or maybe you’ll miss it like I do.
One thing’s for sure I’m on a doubt, spend too much time thinkin’ of you

And I can’t get you out of my dreams
Now I know that you’re the dangerous kind
And your smile is tattooed on my mind
And I can’t get you out of my dreams

Don’t wanna write, I don’t wanna call,
I would not know what to say
It should be you. That’s how I want it to be
Tell me you feel the same way

And I can’t get you out of my dreams
Now know that you’re a danger first kind
And your smile is tattooed on my mind
And I can’t get you out of my dreams…oh!

Oh, Yesterday, I was feelin’ safe, oh
All I do today is tryin’ to be brave
and no melody can seem to suit my mind…
and now I curse you for being so sweet and so kind

And I can’t get you out of my dreams
Now I know that you’re a dangerous kind
And your face is tattooed on my mind
And I can’t get you out of my dreams..

Yes I know you’re tattooed
On my mind you’re tattooed

Composer(s)/Performer(s): D’Sound
First Released: 1998
Album: Beauty is a Blessing
Genre: Pop
First Heard In: Crossover Radio Station
Why I Love It: oh, it’s just gorgeous
Also Listen To: it’s funny because i’m not much a fan of their other songs, just this one. or maybe i just haven’t heard enough of their songs yet.


8 Responses to “70 Favorite Songs: 63. Tattooed on My Mind”


  1. 24 October 2007 at 10:49 am

    so how’s sitti’s remake? haha. gusto ko rin to. parang nagsisiesta kalang habang pinapakinggan. hehe. ayus ka na, ayn?

  2. 2 ayn
    24 October 2007 at 2:13 pm

    ewan. grr. may remake pala siya? ayoko pakinggan baka mainis lang ako.

    bwahaha, bakit, sira ba ako? hehe, di parin totally healthy but getting there. at showing parin ang perfume! camownst, di ko rin napanood kahapon.

  3. 24 October 2007 at 3:49 pm

    hahaha. natawa ako sa bakit sira ba ako? hahaha.

    wag na si sitti.

  4. 24 October 2007 at 5:47 pm

    gudlak wala na sa greenbelt. sa glorietta na lang. haha. sa sabado? at palabas na rin ang lust caution bukas waah.

    yey buti ayus ka na. :D

  5. 5 kizay
    24 October 2007 at 8:38 pm

    hahahahaha… nagshowing ang perfume di ko man lang napansin… haha.

  6. 25 October 2007 at 12:28 am

    lilokpelikula: oh really? hehe. naku baka sa dvd ko lang sila mapapanood.

    kizay: bwahaha. iba kasi pag alipin ka ng industriya. haha.

  7. 25 October 2007 at 12:29 am

    dohna: wag na wag na talaga si sitti.

  8. 8 kizay
    26 October 2007 at 9:07 pm

    ayn tama ka. hay. aliping sagigilid…


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