Just a little while ago I was all alone I never really mind, I find it easy Then one night came a blinding idea That you got something I need Do you feel
There was a sad gypsy clown who could make you cry With a lick of guitar and a Spanish Fly And every night was a wild thing awaiting To fill the world
Does your hot teenage daughter dress too sexy for her age? And flaunt her thick, ample, supple flesh?publicly? Are you an overweight, undereducated
Aren't you cute you living doll? Oh, behind your eyes no life at all. Oh, Yeah. Gigglin' and wigglin' in skintight clothes. You're all thick in a
----------- Here we are, floating around outter space And we're all looking for the final frontier My dear, it's right in front of your face Here
She was over the top and out of control She raw away at 13 years old But she had her feet on the ground And nobody pushed her around Her mommy said
i'm sorry about your girl little center of the universe her axis turns the world you need to jet to get to her oh the way she moves attracts all kinds
you That way, you'll never lose me Oh I'm coughing up my lungs All curled up on the bus Fever staring in my cup of tea And now we're back in California "Hey Storm
Перевод: Storm Большой. Как леди.
Перевод: Storm Большой. Под Вы.
Ils ont tout pave pour faire le grand parking On peut se garer, des quais de Quimper jusqu'en Chine C'est toujours la meme histoire On ne sait ce qu'on
Ich habe mich verliebt in eine Dame Jahrgang 1710 vergessen sind ihr Schicksal und ihr Name aber sie ist wunderschon In Versailles in dem gro?en Garten
Они танцуют весь день - харе-харе Они увидели свет - харе-харе Течeт большая река - харе-харе А мне 17 лет. Была бы под ногами земля - харе-харе Была
time to blow em in bulk We been through way worse then war, razor fights and more Left niggas wit leaks, holes and wide jaw Be the quiet storm, appear
[I - What If This Storm Ends?] What if this storm ends? And I don't see you As you are now Ever again The perfect halo Of gold hair and lightning Sets
[Black Thought] From the Tunnels in the wee hours of the black morning From The Roots sprout the Foreign Objects family tree This is mad abstract All
Well, ain't it a shame That our short little memories Never seem to learn Lessons of history We keep makin' the same mistakes Over and over and over
be over No one's playing that pissin' game Large world turning, live while you can Live while you can, large world turning No one can see the end Large
