Video & Lyrics: Dolly Parton – Potential New Boyfriend

Got My Eye On a Boy
He’s Eyeing Me Back
It’s Looking Real Good
This Could Be It
And I Know That All of You Girls
Would Love to Steal Him Away
He Bought Me a Drink
I Thanked Him Real Sweet
It’s Always So Nice When You First Meet
And I Know That All of You Women Would Love to Steal Him Away
So I’m Warning You

Better Keep Your Hands Off My
Better Keep Your Hands Off My
Better Keep Your Hands Off My Potential New Boyfriend
Building Up An Appetite
You Can Look But You Can’t Buy
Better Keep Your Hands Off My Potential New Boyfriend Pretty As a Picture
Comin’ On So Strong
He’s Twisting My Ignition Key
Turn My Motor On
But Anyone Can See, All His Attention’s On Me
Give Us Some Privacy

Better Keep Your Hands Off My
Better Keep Your Hands Off My
Better Keep Your Hands Off My Potential New Boyfriend
Better Keep Your Hands Off My
It’s a Welcome Turn to Try
Better Keep Your Hands Off My Potential New Boyfriend Leave Us Alone Tonight
Then If It Don’t Work Out Right
He’s All Your’s
Until Then

Better Keep Your Hands Off My
Better Keep Your Hands Off My
Better Keep Your Hands Off My Potential New Boyfriend
They Keep Crowdin’ in On Me
He Smiles Rather Unsuspiciously
Better Keep Your Hands Off My Potential New Boyfriend Better Keep Your Hands Off My
Better Keep Your Hands Off My
Better Keep Your Hands Off My Potential New Boyfriend
Building Up An Appetite
You Can Look But You Can’t Buy
Better Keep Your Hands Off My Potential New Boyfriend

Music Video & Lyrics: Groove Armada – I Won’t Kneel

I, I long to be beside of you,
I was wrong to tell you what was true,
Yes I, know I’m a victim of my pride,
I belong to all that I’ve been through.

I drove for miles in a city trance,
I came to ask for a second chance,
But I won’t dance, no I won’t dance. I came for miles on a broken wheel,
I came to see whether love can heal,
But I won’t kneel, no I won’t kneel ‘Cause I can’t bend, can’t hold,
Can’t lend, can’t fold,
Can’t lose, won’t cry,
Can’t choose ’cause I know why. I, I want to always be with you,
What’s wrong to tell you what I knew,
‘Cause I know, I know I’m a slave to lonely pride,
I belong to all that I’ve been through. I drove for miles in a city trance,
I came to ask for a second chance,
But I won’t dance, no I won’t dance.

I came for miles on a broken wheel,
I came to see whether love can heal,
But I won’t kneel, no I won’t kneel. ‘Cause I can’t bend, can’t hold,
Can’t dance, can’t fold,
I get close and get scared,
And this grows in my head.

Won’t you give me something, something to hold?
Won’t you give me something, something to hold? Won’t you give me something, something to hold?
Won’t you give me something, something to hold?

‘Sunday Girl’ Phillipa Alexander has a Sunday baby – and a hit song from Mail on Sunday Ad (includes free mp3 download)

She was an unknown session artist until she left thousands transfixed
by singing Blondie’s Sunday Girl on television adverts for The Mail on
Sunday’s You magazine last week.

Now Phillipa Alexander is celebrating the success of the song with a
Sunday Girl of her own.

Phillipa recorded the track for the advert just days before giving
birth to her daughter Priya. And, appropriately, the little girl came
into the world on a Sunday. ‘The song is ­obviously nothing to do with mother­hood, but to have
given birth to my own Sunday girl and to have sung it while she was
still inside me feels like a special and very sweet coincidence,’ said
Phillipa.

Her song is used on a series of adverts whose theme is ‘You time’ –
the precious moment of the day when readers retreat with their
magazine. The Mail on Sunday was inundated with requests to know who the singer
is – and is now making the complete track available as a free
download.

The musical arrangement to Sunday Girl was masterminded by M&C Saatchi
agency composer Alex Ball. Although not a household name, Phillipa,
38, has impersonated ­singers from Nina Simone to Billie Holiday and
provided voiceover performances for clients including Levi’s, Lynx and
L’Oreal. ‘I am a huge fan of Blondie,’ said Phillipa. ‘Heart Of Glass is my
fav­ourite Blondie song.’

Phillipa moved from Shoreham-by-Sea, West Sussex, to America when she
was seven after her father Colin got an engineering job in San Diego. Her creative ambitions were encouraged by her mother, Wendy, an artist
and illustrator.

Phillipa enjoyed success as a session singer before moving back to
Brighton with her family at 21. There she met her husband, music
producer Sanj Sen, 35, in 1999. He suggested a career doing voice­overs for advertisements, and seven
years ago she joined Calypso voice­over agency.

As well as her singing and voice­over work, Phillipa runs a successful
songwriting business, Chicks With Hits, with friend Ellie Wyatt. Their
songs have been heard on hit U.S. shows such as Grey’s Anatomy and
Desperate Housewives, and they are currently trying to secure a record
deal for their latest artist, Larissa Eddie, and her band, Eddie. But Phillipa’s priority now lies with her gorgeous baby girl.

‘Holding her for the first time was the most incredible experience,’
she said. ‘Priya is adorable, although running my own businesses at
the same time is tough. I am constantly juggling. I am hoping she will
teach me to relax more.’ Read more: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-1305022/Sunday-Girl-Sunday-baby–hi…

Music Video & Lyrics (French & English): In-Grid – Tu Es Foutu

Tu m’as promis
Et je te cru

Tu m’as promis le soleil en hiver et un arc-en-ciel
Tu m’as promis le sable doré; j’ai reçu une carte postale
Tu m’as promis le ciel, la terre, et une vie d’amour
Tu m’as promis ton cœur, ton sourire
Mais j’ai eu des grimaces

Tu m’as promis
Et je te cru

Tu m’as promis le cheval ailé que j’ai jamais eu
Tu m’as promis le fil d’Ariane, mais tu l’as coupé
Tu m’as promis les notes de Mozart, pas des plats cassés
Tu m’as promis d’être ta reine;
J’ai eu pour sceptre un balai

Tu m’as promis
Et je te cru

Tu es foutu-tu-tu…
Tu es foutu-tu-tu…

Je ne sais pas ce qui se passe
Mais je sais pourquoi on m’appelle
“Mademoiselle Pas de Chance”
Tu m’as promis, tu m’as promis
Tu m’as promis

Tu es foutu-tu-tu…
Tu es foutu-tu-tu…

•••

You promised me,
And I believed you.

You promised me the sun in the winter, and a rainbow in the sky.
You promised me the golden sands; I received a postcard.
You promised me the sky, the earth, and a life of love.
You promised me your heart and your smile
But I only got frowns.

You promised me
And I believed you
You promised me the winged horse that I never had.
You promised me the thread of Ariadne, but you cut that.
You promised me the notes of Mozart, not broken dishes.
You promised me that I would be your queen;
I had as a scepter a broom.

You promised me
And I believed you.

You are screwed-do-do-do-do-do…
You are screwed-do-do-do-do-do…

I don’t know what is happening,
But I know why people call me:
Miss Luckless
You promised me, you promised me
You promised me

You are screwed-do-do-do-do-do…
You are screwed-do-do-do-do-do…