alone and I was singing this song to you We were alone and I was singing this song to you We were alone and I was singing this song to you (Thanks to mika for
Oversettelse: Simply Red. Something Got Me Started / a Song for deg.
, dammit "Go away, little girl", they used to say "Hey, you're too fat, baby, you can't play Hold on, miss thing, what you tryin' to do? You know you
sky, You are so far away, yet I could touch you if I may, But don't you worry now, I'm only dreaming anyway. You may be lonely, you may be just on your
'm telling you it take nothing new up under the sun You got your gun fuck your gun if you goin' run when they chase you Why don't do you do some of that
end without a bungee [Wooo!] 'Cause life is a circus and the girls on Haight Street are way too funky [true!] Time to feel like a martyr, a satire, a
You think for yourself now You cry by yourself now Because you want to be let down You're a martyr with guest lists You'll never make a birthday wish
a loss, right hand on a can of worms, left full of gold he will trade for turf, i mean thats o.k., you got to answer to you at the end of the volatile
Jordon, Charlie Thomas, Paula Jeffrey Can you hear me where you are? If there's a way to make you see I'll make you blind then you'll be free I will
trying to make you picture a life where you'd kill for your lover and a song in your head. The deaths of countless others simply set up the lyrics for
pocket, I simply rock it Call it splat on your face when you try to face the match You're tripping, you're slipping, you're sliding off my fly blend
o's think I'm a celebrity? And I'm gonna Write them a song On my next CD Well you right 'cause This song is about you B Or how it's about to be
' it So you don't get stacks boy, you a pack boy Be on the corner for a hundred hours Sell another gram of coke, and only gunna get a hundred dollars You
who crawl to the mall With a bad toupee and a face like he authored a law; Pace like he mourning a loss Right hand on a can of worms Left full of gold
