I said Morena Morena Morena I give you my love [4x] Why oh why, you don't love me and you say goodbye If you leave me I will make you cry Boy you set
Опять будет повтор,опять сбудеться бой На руках перчатки,снова начинаеться шоу ..Удар в гонг,кричит тренер - пошел Всё наяву,хоть и кажеться дуратским
When the sun goes down... Refren : I like the way you move U movin` all around I like the way you look when the sun goes down I like the way you
It's a beautiful world ... It's a beautiful world It's a beautiful day The sun is shining to my heart Every morning in every day It's a beautiful
Hector Ormano is my favorite boxer He goes smasho and everyone cheers He turns big men into whimpering cowards He's so strong and how I adore him 'Cause
clothes and wishing I was gone Going home, where the New York City winters aren't bleedin' me Leadin' me, to goin' home In the clearing stands a boxer
The boxer isn't finished, he's not ready to die I'm attracted to the light, I'm attracted to the heat It's a violent night, there are boxers in the street
you just look so good , you got my boxers on eheh , Standing in the kitchen looking on the stove nothing but my boxers with high heels on girl you look
my winter clothes And wishing I was gone, goin' home Where the New York City winters aren't bleedin' me Leadin' me goin' home In the clearing stands a boxer
From the red dust north of Dalmore Downs Sharman's tents roll into town Twelve will face the auctioneer Sharman's boxers stand their ground Their days
flying, sailing, dying, same thing when you get to heaven find all of my friends there tell them that i miss them and i'll see them when i'm done here
Kill the lights Hello ladies and gentlemen I'm glad you've graced me with your presence You're in time to see me wrestle with my conscience Staring into
my winter clothes And wishing I was gone, going home Where the new york city winters aren't bleeding me Leading me Going home. In the clearing stands a boxer
point of No return, no passion left to burn The Boxers grow weary Their eyesight, blurry view Lonely Reign She is the Boxer, she knows When and where to strike He is the Boxer
Losing in front of your home crowd You wish the ground Would open up and take you down And will time never pass? Will time never pass for us? Your weary
this song is short so your attention won't be required long its just a couple of major chords and a c minor its more than halfway thru only six or seven
I see the bags in the empty hallway I can tell that something has changed I see the pain written over your face And I know I pushed you too far If you