Moi le fruit des autres. J'implore mon effort. Mon effort, j'implore. Envie d'etre une autre. Fille du vent prend l'air du temps. Remonte et descend le
You keep playing me like a fruit machine Putting in change systematically Winning streak that you had over me Has turned into your broken tragedy
I just wanna say Let me taste the fruit of your space Oh what a, oh what a day I just wanna play Magical visions, what we lay, lay, lay I wanna, I wanna
(Randy Holden) It's so nice to feel the colors All days when you are new You close your eyes And feel the foam of silence. Running home and cease to
In praise of fruit I wrote this song Because of fruit my heart is strong Who could estimate its worth? Fruit's the finest food on earth Fresh fruit,
It's a swamp Just a jungle Tigers slipping through all the time Snakes and alligators Want to have a piece of what is mine I don't pay No attention To
Just when you've found your way to the boiler room They come to dig you out with picks and shovels and acetylene torches I couldn't do nothing but watch
I took my girlfriend to the neighborhood store Reached in my pocket lookin? down at the floor My friend said, ?Hey girl?, as I bumped into the door I
What do you do with a fruit? They're juicy and healthy and cute But to eat 'em it's true There's a few things to do If you wanna get through to a
Cain told Abel, "Brother, you'd better get busy We got watermelon burnin' up, out there in the sun" Abel said, "Cain, brother, you're drivin' me silly
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There's a big bird named Toucan Sam With a pretty colored beak like a candy cane I wonder if he'd be so nice (Be so nice) As to take us to Fruit Loop
When you feel down, I recommend to you Have lots of fruits and vegetables When you feel sad, I recommend to you Have lots of fruits and vegetables Nice
Take a drive in the wrong hand lane Got bad breath talking bout fresh rain My hand my hand gonna shake the same Are you gonna be your own goddamn best
Down low, down low, down low Down low, down low, down low Down low, down low, down low I am not who I want to be I probably will not ever be I drove
It was on the rotating eyes It was all on the same postcard It was all on the same damn shirt Said to sleep in the same Sear's camp house It was all
Dirty dirty fingernails Out of the shower onto the bathroom floor Into the kitchen underneath the casserole Dirty dirty fingernails...
On the waydown they saw a lot they don't remember And if you asked them how, they couldn't say how they got there And if you want them now, you could
