LITTLE MIX Secret Love Song lyrics I wish that it could be like that

Why can't we be like that? Cause I'm yours

[Little Mix]
When you hold me in the street
And you kiss me on the dance floor
I wish that it could be like that
Why can't it be like that?
'Cause I'm yours
We keep behind closed doors
Every time I see you, I die a little more
Stolen moments that we steal as the curtain
falls
It'll never be enough
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It's obvious you're meant for me
Every piece of you, it just fits perfectly
Every second, every thought, I'm in so deep
But I'll never show it on my face
But we know this
We got a love that is hopeless
Why can't you hold me in the street?
Why can't I kiss you on the dance floor?
I wish that it could be like that
Why can't we be like that? Cause I'm yours
And nobody knows I'm in love with someone's
baby
I don't wanna hide us away
Tell the world about the love we making
I'm living for that day, someday
Why can't I hold you in the street?
Why can't I kiss you on the dance floor?
I wish that we could be like that
Why can't we be like that? Cause I'm yours, I'm
yours
Why can't you hold me in the street?
Why can't I kiss you on the dance floor?
I wish that it could be like that
Why can't it be like that? Cause I'm yours
Why can't I say that I'm in love?
I wanna shout it from the rooftops
I wish that it could be like that
Why can't we be like that? Cause I'm yours
Why can't we be like that?
Wish we could be like that

When you're with him, do you call his name

Like you do when you're with me? Does it feel
the same?
Would you leave if I was ready to settle down?
Or would you play it safe and stay?

Girl you know this, we got a love that is

hopeless

Why can't you hold me in the street?

Why can't I kiss you on the dance floor?
 SUMMER NIGHT
by: Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892)

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OW sleeps the crimson petal, now the white;

Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk;
Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font:
The firefly wakens: waken thou with me.

Now droops the milk-white peacock like a ghost,

And like a ghost she glimmers on to me.

Now lies the Earth all Danaë to the stars,

And all thy heart lies open unto me.

Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves

A shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me.

Now folds the lily all her sweetness up,

And slips into the bosom of the lake:
So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip
Into my bosom and be lost in me.

The Poem (Critical Guide to Poetry for Students)

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“A Summer Night” is a lyric of ninety-six lines, divided equally into sixteen stanzas (a later
version has only twelve). On a June evening, the poet-speaker lies on the lawn, looking at the
constellation Vega and aware of the moon beginning to rise. He feels fortunate to be here: a
place and time of erotic happiness and fertile friendships. He is an equal lying here each evening
with his friends; enchanted, each is called forth, as flowers are drawn by light into fullness of
blossom.

These are experiences that will later be recalled when the friends are separated. These evenings,
when beastly emotions are tame and there is no consciousness of death, will be important to
remember when emotions may be violent and times are chaotic. There is one friend among these
others whom the speaker regards as his beloved; their eyes exchange affection, and each is
present for the other through the passing of each day.

The second phase of the poem (stanzas 6 through 12) begins when the poet becomes aware of
outside pressures threatening to destroy his happiness. He considers the larger world, that part
which lies under the light of the rising moon. There, many others in all their variety are also
lying at rest. The moon, however, looks down impersonally upon all objects, not discriminating
between “churches and power stations,” not capable of enjoying the art that its light illuminates
in the great galleries of Europe. Indeed, the moon is unable to respond to anything except
gravity.
Excerpt from “The Little Prince” by Antoine De Saint-Exupery

The Little Prince went to look at the roses again.

“You’re not at all like my rose. You’re nothing at all yet,” he told them. “No one has tamed you and you
haven’t tamed anyone. You’re the way my fox was. He was just a fox like a hundred thousand others.
But I’ve made him my friend, and now he’s the only fox in all the world.”

And the roses were humbled.

You’re lovely, but you’re empty,” he went on. One couldn’t die for you. Of course, an ordinary passerby
would think my rose looked just like you. But my rose, all on her own, is more important than all of you
together, since she’s the one I’ve watered. Since she’s the one I put under glass. Since she’s the one I
sheltered behind a screen. Since she’s the one for whom I killed the caterpillars (except the two or
three for butterflies). Since she’s the one I listened to when she complained, or when she boasted, or
even sometimes when she said nothing at all. Since she’s my rose.”

And he went back to the fox.

“Good-bye,” he said.

“Goodbye,” said the fox. Here is my secret. It’s quite simple: One sees clearly only with the heart.
Anything essential is invisible to the eyes.”

“Anything essential is invisible to the eyes,” the little prince repeated, in order to remember.

“It’s the time you spend on your rose that makes your rose so important.”

“It’s the time I spent on my rose…,” the little prince repeated, in order to remember.

“People have forgotten this truth,” the fox said. “But you mustn’t forget it. You become responsible
forever for what you’ve tamed. You’re responsible for your rose…”

“I’m responsible for my rose…,” the little prince repeated, in order to remember.
 "The Passionate Shepherd to His Love,"
by Christopher Marlowe

Come live with me and be my love,

And we will all the pleasures prove
That valleys, groves, hills, and fields,
Woods, or steepy mountain yields.

And we will sit upon rocks,

Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.

And I will make thee beds of roses

And a thousand fragrant poises,
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle;

A gown made of the finest wool

Which from our pretty lambs we pull;
Fair lined slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold;

A belt of straw and ivy buds,

With coral clasps and amber studs;
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me, and be my love.

The shepherds's swains shall dance and sing

For thy delight each May morning:
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me and be my love.
EXPLAIN:
“There is no
shop anywhere
where you can
buy
friendship.”