: Just gimme that donkey but and them big ole legs i aint to hard to beg aint no shame in this game im gonna break it down and beg like jane please..
: CULO! [Intro:] A simple lesson in spanish! [Aggro Santos:] Don't it sound good when I say it in spanish? [Girl:] Uhuh lemme hear you say it in spanish
: Narciso parole di burro si sciolgono sotto l'alito della passione Narciso trasparenza e mistero cospargimi di olio alle mandorle e vanita modellami
Oh Bobbi Burrs Oh Bobbi Burrs Oh Bobbi Burrs Oh Bobbi Burrs Oh babe, I used to be so lonely Oh Bobbi Burrs Oh Bobbi Burrs Oh Bobbi Burrs Oh Bobbi Burrs
: (Gram Parsons/Chris Ethridge) Yes, you loved me and you sold my clothes I love you, but that's the way that it goes So it goes Yes, you know how I
: [Chorus:] Way hey and away we go Donkey riding, donkey riding Way hey and away we go Ridin' on a donkey. Was you ever in Quebec Launchin' timber
: To know you is to hate you So loving you must be like suicide Well I don't mind If you don't mind Hell, I am not the one that's gonna die I guess
: Deutschland 2008! ? des Landes hat sein Arsch furn Handy und n Bic Mac verkauft. Das restliche Viertel Arsch treibt sein Preis mit schwanzlutschen
: On peut pas Avoir Le beurre Et l'argent du beurre (et les cuisses de la cremiere) On peut pas Avoir Le beurre Et l'argent du beurre (et les cuisses
herraduras comienzan a sonar El burro de Mayabe, tiene tremendo vuele Si tu le das cerveza, el burro se la bebe Y empieza a batear una salsa tropical El burro
: Ecoutez cette histoire Que l'on m'a racontee. Du fond de ma memoire, Je vais vous la chanter. Elle se passe en Provence, Au milieu des moutons, Dans
: Exclaimations feel the fall you're set to conceal she loves the man you told Could you see me flying coach Hey sister its unreal the way I take the
And uh get a bottle of spalsi And you in there Look and yourself and say Ooh lord Hikky-burr, hikky-burr, hikky-burr, hikky-burr, hikky-burr, hikky-burr burr
: Sometime in May the Harlequin came From under the axles of some parade. His pockets clinked with many things That could make one a virgin again.
: (Instrumental)
: Chorus Damn, I don't know why they stress me out And they keep looking at me with them dark eyes I'm tired, give me room, let me breathe For your
: I'm stuck in a room your stare won't flatter I'm easily amused it doesn't matter out growing your old friends soon I'm pulling through, I'm pulling
: Would you exist without all the fists the music clenched for you. You're dressed up like a full-bodied anarchist. Right down to your views. It's more
