Performer CORINNE BAILEY-RAE

Breathless – Corinne Bailey Rae

I don’t mind, we have such a good time, My best friend, but sometimes, well, I wish we could be more than friends, Tell me do you know? Tell

Enchantment – Corinne Bailey Rae

I don’t know why. all i know is i can’t hide. at this temperature you could take over my mind. like gossamer, you softly touch. he draws me in,

Butterfly – Corinne Bailey Rae

There’s a photograph Of a day gone past Always makes me laugh There’s a little girl Wary of the world She got much to learn Get her fingers burned

Seasons Change – Corinne Bailey Rae

Maybe you’ve been pouring everything into this your mistake of this attends to agony, you can’t predict this when it comes to it, You can’t hide from me, but

Like A Star – Corinne Bailey Rae

Just like an angel off the page, You have appeared to my life, Feel like I’ll never be the same, Just like a song in my heart, Just like

I’d Like To – Corinne Bailey Rae

Me and Candice waking up to a heat wave Mother’s in the garden inviting everyone Ooh, we cut up our old jeans and go outside Neighbour’s always smiling with

Choux Pastry Heart – Corinne Bailey Rae

When they came along to say That a rose done chased you clear away You had said I was gamine But we didn’t mean the same thing i think

Call Me When You Get This – Corinne Bailey Rae

what’s it really like to be loved? i’ve been alone now, how long? have you ever loved the way that i have? and i have often wondered who, who

Trouble Sleeping – Corinne Bailey Rae

Having trouble sleeping. This constant compromise Between thinking and breathing. Could it be I’m suffering Because I’m never give in? Won’t say that I’m falling in love Tell me

Till It Happens To You – Corinne Bailey Rae

Was heat of the moment But theres a little truth in between the words we’ve spoken Its a little late now to fix the heart thats broken Please don’t

Another Rainy Day – Corinne Bailey Rae

We feasted on olives from the fridge We stood the whole lonely day We made love all afternoon Til the stars went blue You wrote a ballad We dined

Put Your Records On – Corinne Bailey Rae

And they told me I don’t need to worry. Summer came like cinnamon So sweet, Little girls double-dutch on the concrete. Maybe sometimes, we’ve got it wrong, but it’s