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Who’s That Girl (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Uh, uh
Yo, yo, yo
They wanna know

Who’s that girl?
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Eve’s that girl
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Who’s that girl?
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Eve’s that girl
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)

Can I turn you on by my word’s spell?
Look into my eyes think I want you, can’t tell
Me I keep it sexy, daddy so I can’t fail
Keep it gangsta for the cowards so I give ‘em hell
Call me misfit, lips spit a gang of trash
Wrist glist now cause I make a gang of cash
Light glance, still street with the do-rag
Slang, spit game, change speech, how they do that?
Watch they mouths drop, watch the crowds pop up and act out
Broads with the screw face, smash on and knock out
Ain’t changed game game around me, I run the game
If I gotta keep it gritty so be it, I’m supposed to change
Like simple, dizzy broads ain’t messin’ with my mental
Natural born hustlin’ bitch check what I’ve been through
Got mine took it from you, and now you slot mine
Exec to my own shit, dawg I ownin’ dot coms’

Who’s that girl?
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Eve’s that girl
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Who’s that girl?
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Eve’s that girl
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)

Yo, yo I can understand why you’re scared of Eve
Thought I did it one way, ain’t prepared for me
Huh, mad cause an image I don’t care to be
Realness, real shit, spit reality
Attitude rude, that’s the Philly in I
Need me in the game, I’m the thrill in your life
Breath of fresh air
Little boys hang me on their wall, I grow ‘em chest hair
Why you listenin to other shit?
You go the best here
Come on try your luck shorty, I got the rest scared
Bet you anything you aint ready and you get left there
Ain’t known for frontin’ vouch for my behavior,
Same way they get down I get down for this paper
Sixteen lean from my pence so you can test her
Still need to know who I am then cop the record
Take it like a class on me and learn the lesson
Bottom line my world, my way any questions

Who’s that girl?
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Eve’s that girl
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Who’s that girl?
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Eve’s that girl
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)

Uh, yo power moves is made everyday by this thorough bitch
I’mma get this bank anyway that I do this shit
I was born to shine while most of y’all was borderline bullshit
Know exactly what I want from me, you cats is clueless,
Dispose the flow through my hands like water
Heat starts growing from my son or my daughter
Eve want her own cash, fuck what you bought her
He spend, you owe, that’s what mommy taught her
All ball is played, won’t starve today
Song after song I write so I get paid
Thought I wasn’t followin’ up with the second round
Now bitch swallow it up while I shut it down
Make em love me over again and over your name
Betcha they get over your style and over your fame
Why you lookin sad at me, I ain’t the blame
Back to plan B baby I can feel your pain

Who’s that girl?
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Eve’s that girl
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Who’s that girl?
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Eve’s that girl
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)

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Who’s That Girl (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Who’s that girl, who’s that girl

When you see her, say a prayer and kiss your heart goodbye
She’s trouble, in a word get closer to the fire
Run faster, her laughter burns you up inside
You’re spinning round and round
You can’t get up, you try but you can’t

Chorus:

Quien es esa nina, who’s that girl
Senorita, mas fina, who’s that girl
Quien es esa nina, who’s that girl
Senorita, mas fina, who’s that girl

You try to avoid her, fate is in your hands
She’s smiling, an invitation to the dance
Her heart is on the street, tu corazon es suyo
Now you’re falling at her feet
You try to get away but you can’t

(chorus)

Intermediate:

Light up my life, so blind I can’t see
Light up my life, no one can help me now

Run faster, her laughter burns you up inside
He’s spinning round and round
You can’t get up, you try but you can’t

(chorus)
(intermediate)

Who’s that girl
Now, who’s that girl
Now, who’s that girl
Now, who’s that girl

(chorus)

Who’s That Girl? (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Who’s that girl?

The language of love
Slips from my lover’s tongue
Cooler than ice cream
And warmer than the sun
Dumb hearts get broken
Just like china cups
The language of love
Has left me broken on the rocks

But there’s just one thing
(just one thing)
But there’s just one thing
And i really wannna know

Who’s that girl
Running around with you?
Tell me
Who’s that girl
Running around with you?

The language of love
Has left me stony grey
Tongue tied and twisted
At the price i’ve had to pay
Your careless notions
Have silenced these emotions
Look at all the foolishness
Your lover’s talk has done

Who’s That Girl? (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Yo, yo, yo
They wanna know

Who’s that girl?
(la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Eve’s that girl
(la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Who’s that girl?
(la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Eve’s that girl
(la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)

Yo, yo
Can i turn you on by my word spell
Look into my eyes think i want you, can’t tell
Me i keep it sexy, daddy so i can’t fail
Keep it gangsta for the cowards so i give ‘em hell
Call me misfit, lips spit a gang of trash
Wrist glist now cause i make a gang of cash
Light glance, still street with the doo-rag
Slang, spit game, change speech, how they do that?
Watch they mouths drop, watch the crowds pop up and act out
Broads with the screw face, smash on and knock out
Ain’t changed game don’t run me, i run the game
If i gotta keep it gritty so be it, i’m supposed to change
Like simple, dizzy broads ain’t fuckin with my mental
Natural born hustlin’ bitch check what i’ve been through
Got mine took it from you, and now you slot mine
Exec to my own shit, dawg i ownin’ dot coms’

Who’s that girl?
(la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Eve’s that girl
(la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Who’s that girl?
(la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Eve’s that girl
(la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)

Yo, yo i can understand why you’re scared of eve
Thought i did it one way, ain’t prepared for me
Huh, mad cause an image i don’t care to be
Realness, real shit, spit reality
Attitude rude, that’s the philly in i
Need me in the game, i’m the thrill in your life
Breath of fresh air
Little boys hang me on their wall, i grow ‘em chest hair
Why you listenin to other shit? you go the best here
Come on try your luck shorty, i got the rest scared
Bet you anything you aint ready and you get left there
Ain’t known for frontin’ vouch for my behavior,
Same way they get down i get down for this paper
Sixteen lean from my pence so you can test her
Still need to know who i am then cop the record
Take it like a class on me and learn the lesson
Bottom line my world, my way any questions

Who’s that girl?
(la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Eve’s that girl
(la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Who’s that girl?
(la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Eve’s that girl
(la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)

Uh, yo power moves is made everyday by this thorough bitch
I’mma get this bank anyway that i do this shit
I was born to shine while most of y’all was borderline bullshit
Know exactly what i want from me, you cats is clueless,
Dispose the flow through my hands like water
Heat starts growing from my son or my daughter
Eve want her own cash, fuck what you bought her
He spend, you owe, that’s what mommy taught her
All ball is played, won’t starve today
Song after song i write so i get paid
Thought i wasn’t followin’ up with the second round
Now bitch swallow it up while i shut it down
Make em love me over again and over your name
Betcha they get over your style and over your fame
Why you lookin sad at me, i ain’t the blame
Back to plan b baby i can feel your pain

Who’s that girl?
(la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Eve’s that girl
(la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Who’s that girl?
(la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Eve’s that girl
(la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)

Who’s That Girl (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

(stephanie bentley/george teren/don pfrimmer)

Who’s that girl
I believe i’ve seen that face before
Who’s that girl
I hardly recognize her anymore
I don’t believe i’ve seen her lookin’ better
Now she’s back and got her life together

She ain’t draggin’ ‘round the same old heartache
She ain’t lookin’ through innocent eyes
And though it’s clear in the mirror
It’s hard to believe it’s really me
Who’s that girl
(who’s that girl)

Who’s that guy
Never thought he’d show his face again
Same old lines
I think he thinks she’s gonna let him in
I can’t believe that girl finally did it
Slammed the door and told that fool
Forget it

She ain’t draggin’ ‘round the same old heartache
She ain’t lookin’ through innocent eyes
And though it’s clear in the mirror
It’s hard to believe it’s really me
Who’s that girl
(who’s that girl)

I don’t believe i’ve seen her looking better
That girl is back and got her act together

She ain’t draggin’ ‘round the same old heartache
She ain’t lookin’ through innocent eyes
And though it’s clear in the mirror
It’s hard to believe it’s really me
Who’s that girl
(who’s that girl)

Who’s that girl
I said who’s that girl

She ain’t draggin’ ‘round the same old heartache
She ain’t lookin’ through innocent eyes
And though it’s clear in the mirror
It’s hard to believe it’s really me
Who’s that girl
(who’s that girl)

Who’s That Girl? (Letra)

Eurythmics

Eurythmics

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Who’s that girl?

The language of love
Slips from my lover’s tongue
Cooler than ice cream
And warmer than the sun
Dumb hearts get broken
Just like china cups
The language of love
Has left me broken on the rocks

But there’s just one thing
(Just one thing)
But there’s just one thing
And I really wannna know

Who’s that girl
Running around with you?
Tell me
Who’s that girl
Running around with you?

The language of love
Has left me stony grey
Tongue tied and twisted
At the price I’ve had to pay
Your careless notions
Have silenced these emotions
Look at all the foolishness
Your lover’s talk has done

Who’s That Girl (Letra)

Madonna

Madonna

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Who’s that girl, who’s that girl

When you see her, say a prayer and kiss your heart goodbye
She’s trouble, in a word get closer to the fire
Run faster, her laughter burns you up inside
You’re spinning round and round
You can’t get up, you try but you can’t

Chorus:

Quien es esa nina, who’s that girl
Senorita, mas fina, who’s that girl
Quien es esa nina, who’s that girl
Senorita, mas fina, who’s that girl

You try to avoid her, fate is in your hands
She’s smiling, an invitation to the dance
Her heart is on the street, tu corazon es suyo
Now you’re falling at her feet
You try to get away but you can’t

(chorus)

Intermediate:

Light up my life, so blind i can’t see
Light up my life, no one can help me now

Run faster, her laughter burns you up inside
He’s spinning round and round
You can’t get up, you try but you can’t

(chorus)
(intermediate)

Who’s that girl
Now, who’s that girl
Now, who’s that girl
Now, who’s that girl

(chorus)