Dead dreams dropping off the heart Like leaves in a dry season Dead dreams dropping off the heart Like leaves in a dry season How long do I take it Can
Please, listen to this simple De La style I'm gonna sing It's strongly directed to all the misery you're bringing Now I'm not all about dissing someone
mein baby sagt, dass sie mich mag doch irgendwie auch meinen besten kumpel liebt so etwas gibt es doch wohl nicht wirklich das ist der plot von einem
There's a guard in the tower We got just one hour When we meet in the shower You'll feel my love power Chorus: Don't drop the soap for anyone else but
I'm not angry, I'm just amused at Your quest for attention through your self abuse The only response that you get for your plea Is sorely less than sympathy
La boca con jabón me van a lavar cuando diga güey me van a sonar cuando conteste no a alguna orden más La boca con jabón me
I use the soap to wash the dirt off my face I write with pencil so that I can erase But what's to do when someone's taken my place with you, with you
Soap And Water Blues 3:05 Trk 18 (Robert Brown) Washboard Sam Washboard Sam - vocal & washbrd. J.T. Brown - tenor sax, W. Broonzy - gtr Roosevelt
Do you enjoy it Does it give you pleasure To constantly struggle and brawl? Is it out of boredom That springs this conception To flaunt your position
Soap box preacher standing on a corner And all the people they would gather round You speak of faith with a blaze of glory But those that fear, they wanna
A little bit of soap will wash away your lipstick on my face But a little bit of soap will never never never ever erase The pain in my heart and my eyes
They talked to the sister, the father and the mother With a microphone in one hand and a check book in the other And the camera noses into the tears on
I can't believe what you did, you know, you just can't let it go I'm sick and tired of listening to your innuendo I can't believe what you did, you know
The crowd was gettin' old The disco's back or so I'm told But we've got nothin' here Except a tired set of ears and we say Hey mama, I'm something Check
[Bicasso] Ooooooooo ...oohhhhhhhh watch out a watch out a watch out I can't stop how come? It's no breaks in what? This hip-hop say what? No low stakes
He's just a hero in a long line of heroes Looking for something attractive to save They say he rode in on the back of a pickup And he won't leave town
Sabao Cra-Cra Nao deixa os cabelos do saco "enrolar" Sabao Cre-Cre Nao deixa os cabelos do saco de pe Sabao Cri-cri Nao deixa os cabelos do saco cair
Mary-Kate: Hey, Ash! There's water dripping from the ceiling! Right into my cereal. Ashley: It must be our brother. He's upstairs taking a bath. Mary-