Prijevod: Kim Carnes. Na drugu stranu.
: Smallish mouse of the Favelas Hands cut off at the urging of the good ones Twist the stip of your wrist Leave the last of your sin Leave the stip of
: such little hands such little lips waiting for someone to notice him there's a star who shares the room where you will sleep for the rest of your life
: o due unge spet satel e o lashato lo smalto in una makina a nolo mentre an davo alla fiera del rose setto essere favolosi e tutto quindi io oggi sono
: oh i seen a dust on her face sugar the tale of the brother cakes dark light votive residing untold glittering a number beat into the wall wound pest
: Don't you ever, don't you ever Stop being dandy and showing me you're handsome Don't you ever, don't you ever Stop being dandy and showing me you're
: this castle is not the miniature golf castle. This paper i bought to write to you is from AD 1150 so you loss sew buttons :( where did this courage
a single red rose and a table for two a nice chardonnay and an ocean view ships comin in stars comin? out we sat and we talked ?til the place closed
Away in a manger, no crib for his bed, The little Lord Jesus laid down his sweet head. The stars in the sky looked down where he lay, The little Lord
From the beginning I was wishing that the first impression would last But then you came to me with something that was nothing, and you kept coming back
Crying with laughter over the fact that your on my mind And when I get a moment to myself I scream inside Don't you expect to see me analyze This
You left me without a good-bye You didn't try to sleep while momma cried Life can be so wicked When it all goes skywest & crooked I've got gravity
Well I've known ya' like it's been forever You don't see me as your girlfriend, whatever I've been your supporter, been your friend I'm not obsessive
Walk away 'Cause it's time to be on your own Without me It's not the same when I hear your voice And what you say is just noise So maybe I should
ANGEL New York City- MARK Uh Huh ANGEL Center Of The Universe COLLINS Sing It Girl- ANGEL Times Are Shitty But I'm Pretty Sure They Can't Get Worse
He could see the storm clouds rollin' across the hill He barely beat the rain in from the field And between the backdoor slammin' she heard him say
Pour un peu de toi je pars sans hesiter Tout au bout du monde sur le toit au sommet Au sommet Marks your path with scattered seeds beneath the opal
