Songtexte:
Barber Songs

his head. Get thee to a place of hiding, Sancho. SANCHO Oh, dear! BARBER (from a distance) Oh, I am a little barber And I go my merry way With

la trovera Barbara in lei la bacera Barbara. Lei sa che ogni letto di sposa e fatto di ortiche e mimosa per questo ad un'alta eta Barbara l'amore

I wish I had button eyes and a red felt nose Shaggy cotton skin and just one set of clothes Sittin' on a shelf in a local department store With no dreams

Avec un doigt sur un piano, Avec ma voix autour de quelques mots, J'ai tant joua?¦a??a¬? avec ton nom, Que j'ai vu nae??re une chanson. J'avais dans

?d wed No more songs for me Love was life though my heart pled Love was fooled and my heart fed Love was my water, my fire, my bread No more songs for

I'm tired of moon songs of star, and of June songs They simply make me nap And ditties romantic, drive me nearly frantic I think they're all full of pap

Cut my tongue out, I've been caught out Like a giant juggernaut Happy hours, golden showers On a cruise to freak you out We could fly a helicopter Nothing

I once used to think in my innocent youth, (And I once was as innocent as you), That someone some day might come my way, And then I should know what's

, I'm gonna stand by you right or wrong These are the words within my father's song Uh..Oh...Ah...Mmm...Uh! These are the words within my father's song