anyone else Are you willing to change you`re style But you`re stuck with social rules Do you fear of the blood on`a trie `cause you`re wearing thaink
shout When we're in St. Tropez Spending money in a large amount Hands in the air make you scream and shout When we're in St. Tropez Oh yeah Welcome to St. Tropez
're in St. Tropez Woah, party now Spending money in a large amount Hands in the air make you scream and shout When we're in St. Tropez Welcome to St. Tropez
: [Part 1] Ich konnt' nicht druber reden Ich konnt' nicht viel erzahln' Denn wie du wei?t hab' ich dich noch nich so oft gesehn'. Ich hab mein Leben
terrace town, heading far away Well I just deserted but I've seen that road before Two up two down terrace town, roll on salad days Well I'm a mighty
't touch her Sittin' with a tentpole, what a bloody jamboree Listen to our motto, be prepared for ecstasy Here comes the bride My baby, goes topless And brings her beauty to a
: [bazie-j.darling-69 eyes] I saw her down smilin' there A sweet seducer w/ a dark black hair After the show she wants to know The place our band would
your fault It's all mine I'm sorry for the troubles i caused I won't make other shit to you I promise You'll found me hidden somewhere A rope around my neck Or a
: I come quietly. Silent entities can lack a certain weight when unseen. Do they speak of me? My voice left with the breeze that whispered "you should
: I didn't expect them to know my name Surrounding me like a black steel frame I saw the world go up in flames And I just smiled and stood there, watching
: (Alan Jackson) This is a three minute song To tell her that I love her And how wonderful we get along A sweet sentiment that's borderline slick A
a go sey summen. Seanizzle yuh know mi nah sey nutten, But mi haffi talk mi mind. [Verse 1:] Eh, me Bun Satan, Baphomet and Lucifer Dem put a fire pon
my tears I look back a women, and it's fresh in my mind A girl leavin' home tryin' to find The answer to a question that I ask every day How can Mama
your own grind And put your hands up, up, up Ladies put your hands up, up, up Gotcha own house, gotcha own car And you don't need a man to know who you
s dinner by candle light - I'm just a take-a-way She's a little too good for me She's gonna change me if I let her She's a little too good for me But
belles Trop naive Ce qui m'arrive On dirait que je suis Trop jeune a dix-sept ans Trop tendre aussi Trop jeune a dix-sept ans J'ai joue a ne plus etre
Christopher Ragone,Adrian Baldor and John Rodriguez) Am I singing all the wrong songs or are my words just off key? If there?s a note that you ever felt
: Ihr nahret die erde mit eurem blut Und wahnt das eure wahrheit absolut Gesammelt aus armmut einsamkeit und not Als spielball der gewalten bringt
