A little death around the eyes Taking medicine in your hotel room That's your medicine, better rest on all fours That's your medicine, in a nut shell
Oversettelse: Grace Slick. Just A Little Love.
t doin' right (Chorus) Say I know a little I know a little about it I know a little I know a little 'bout it I know a little 'bout love And baby
to In a hotel room you take your medicine On all fours, that's your medicine Feeling better son? Filling in the cracks In a nutshell Feeling any better now? Wish upon a
't doin' right (Chorus) Say I know a little I know a little about it I know a little I know a little 'bout it I know a little 'bout love And baby
play a tune on the fiddle Taught me how to love, how to give just a little Thank God I'm a country boy Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me a fiddle
Courtney, Kim and Chloe And when I'm in the A I'm with Ciara or it's Keri I'm feeling like a diva then I hit Mariah Carey I'm in the UK, I'ma see MIA
how I ended up this way Somewhere between raising hell and amazing grace Is a place I keep finding myself Yeah, I get a little crazy trying to have a little
s How I ended up this way Chorus Some where between raising hell & amazing grace that I keep finding myself Yeah I get a little crazy trying to have a little
Mitchel Musso: If I were a rich man With a million or two I'd Live in a penthouse In a room with a view Mitchel: And if i were handsom(no way)
Musso, NBC on the track, word! If I were a rich man, with a million or two, I'd live in a penthouse,in a room with a view, And if I were handsome, well
so loud I turn up the radio to drown it out And silently I say a little prayer But for the grace of God go I I must've been born a lucky guy Heaven
majestic glory. she was always my true love, i never quite belonged here. though i've fallen so far from grace. please will you keep me in your memory. and a little
Well, I've been saved by the grace of southern charm I got a mouth like a sailor and yours is more like a Hallmark card If you wanna pick a fight, well
Cream faker, Earthquaker, headacher Make you want to visit the lab again, check the drawing board With the rhythmn as a shield and the mic as a sword
it on my breath I would give my life Just for a little, a little death So I'll come by and see you again I'll be just a very good friend I will not
, now cool down boy Settle back easy, Jim You may be Saturday's child all grown Moving with a pinch of grace You may be a clown in the burial ground
Oh, honey, let me sing your blues away Give me a little of that old time love 'Cause I ain't never had near enough Honey, walk that walk with style and grace
