Someone tell me why, why, why does it hurt everyday? All I do is cry, cry ,cry, why do I feel this way? Just let me live my life, please, undo this pain
Chorus: Someone tell me why, why, why Does it hurt everyday All I do is cry, cry ,cry Why do I feel this way Just let me live my life Please undo this
Перевод: Ни один орган. Почему.
: Chorus: Someone tell me why, why, why Does it hurt everyday All I do is cry, cry ,cry Why do I feel this way Just let me live my life Please undo this
Friday, the most dangerous day of the week. You thought you were excited for the weekend, but this is where your week ends. Chorus: Four more years of obeying authority
from some authority Doesn't matter now, but I'll shout out loud for everyone to see Never got to know you Did you ever wonder why Now it's nice to
h'orderves, views of the Water Straight from the page of your favorite author And the weather so breezy, man why can't life always be this easy She
ha ha ha Can't put my finger on what's so sexy? (so sexy) And why I want you in my bed (or on your desk)? Is it your power, your authority? Or
Ha ha ha ha Can put my finger on whats so sexy? (so sexy) and why i want you in my bed or on or desk? Is it your power your authority? or for the thrill
used to be an authority on irony and remembering my broken dreams and everything that used to be around and it's not so complicated to explaine why these
I Fuck Around And Catipult Ya Torture Thought Ya Parents Taught Ya You guys is Chocha I'm Gone Buenos Nochas Flow Scorcher And I Don't Even Write No Author
find myself My wilting effort Our progress report I'm only sure that I'm not sure I shudder to be honest Who's behind it all now? Who's the author?
plan But I don't know why I keep calling Why I keep all of these girls at my shows They loving me but I don't know why I keep calling Why I keep calling
go home [x16] [Verse 1] As I get comfy on the track Rather f-k wit raw wouldn't comfy wit the crack Yea, never clumsy wit the pack That's prolly why
go home [x16] [Verse 1] As I get comfy on the track Rather fuck wit raw wouldn't comfy wit the crack Yea, never clumsy wit the pack That's prolly why
and not here too I'm flunking out, I'm flunking out I'm gone, I'm just gone But at least I author my own disaster At least I author my own disaster
science now, why not? You start to sweat and fret, it gets hot How'd you get into this spot? You played yourself Yo, yo, you played yourself I'm no authority
