video1.0Network.huhttp://network.hu/Bakacsi Béla - Poetry_in_Motionkustragaborhttp://network.hu/kustragabor<object width="424" height="345"><param name="movie" value="http://slagermuzeum.network.hu/flash/videoplayer/video.swf?videoid=723728&pvol=40&plang=hu&host=http://slagermuzeum.network.hu" /><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /><embed src="http://slagermuzeum.network.hu/flash/videoplayer/video.swf?videoid=723728&pvol=40&plang=hu&host=http://slagermuzeum.network.hu" width="424" height="345" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" /></object>424345125Dalszerzők: Ronald L Mack When I see my baby What do I see Poetry Poetry in motion Poetry in motion Walkin' by my side Her lovely locomotion Keeps my eyes open wide Poetry in motion See her gentle sway A wave out on the ocean Could never move that way I love every movement And there's nothing I would change She doesn't need improvement She's much too nice to rearrange Poetry in motion Dancing close to me A flower of devotion A swaying gracefully Whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa Poetry in motion See her gentle sway A wave out on the ocean Could never move that way I love every movement There's nothing I would change She doesn't need improvement She's much too nice to rearrange Poetry in motion All that I adore No number-nine love potion Could make me love her more Whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoahttp://vds.network.hu/clubvideo/7/2/3/_/723728_72580_2.jpg8060723728