mit bei Bauer sucht Frau, wahrend ich mich bei der Happy Hour zusauf. Trink Trink Trink, und ich bring bring bring dir ein sexy Outfit also nimm den String
Hittin' wrong notes Look over yonder, he's comin' my way When he's around, I never have a happy day (you even bust my guitar strings) Look over yonder
Hittin? wrong notes... Look over yonder, he?s comin? my way When he?s around, I never have a happy day (you even bust my guitar strings) Look over yonder
to the front of the line If they front on the line, then pull the bouncer aside (come here) Tell him to be happy he's even around or alive (be happy)
Brandon and at the airport they check all through my bag and tell me that it's random but we stay winning, this week has been a bad massage I need a happy
No one has been more into it the way he feels. And that's what turns me on loving the way you do. (With the fact that you have) More than one string attatched
life This is the world on a string There's no songs left to sing Just sing Sing I see the good i see the bad The revolution I see the happy I see the
wouldn't you just love to see me now? I'm finally working with my hands look I'll show you how I almost feel as happy as a boy that happy is To wake
carry the cross, if Virgin Mary had an abortion I'd still be carried in the chariot by stampeding horses Had to bring it back to New York I'm happy that
darkness Darkness ain?t my friend Love goes on anyway! Love goes on anyway! I?m gonna make you happy I?m gonna spin you round I?m gonna cut your strings
hanging on a string girl, I'll do anything now I'm a walking, talking, living, loving puppet, and I love you I'm a smiling happy face when you want me to Even make you happy
they check all through my bag And tell me that it's random But we stay winning, this week has been a bad massage I need a happy ending and a new beginning
check all through my bag and tell me that it's random But we stay winning, this week has been a bad massage I need a happy ending and a new beginning
I'm not coming back. Maybe you'll understand, When you're waking up alone in a cold and empty bed. If you're reading this I'm gone. Happy Birthday. P
right We're floating on a cloud Above the sleeping croud Upon the moving sway Shooting some pull of strings To never... ... We're on an hotel high now Feel so happy
me singing out so clearly? i know my voice is small chances are it can't go that far but i've got a feeling you can sense these six strings ringing they
my designs I am ashamed of my brain The enemy is me and the executioner terror Music is a reflection of our inner self unfiltered agony touches the wayward string
devotin' Full time to floatin' Under the sea Down here all the fish are happy As off through the waves day roll The fish on the land ain't happy They