: Tell me whatcha gonna do tonight mama There must be someplace you can go In the middle of the tall drinks and the drama There must be someone you
: We about to smoke some weed up in here Do you like smokin weed? Cuz I Love smokin weed Hey yo 4 Skor its time to light this mutha up light it up c
: Leather boots poundin' the floor Black and shiny kickin' the door The police, hit the streets They would never take the boots off of their feet If
: Dices que tengo el cenizo y me persiguen las tormentas, pero no tengo la culpa de no ver problemas venir. Dices que tengo la cabeza como un saco de
: Oh, I'm sailin' away my own true love, I'm sailin' away in the morning. Is there something I can send you from across the sea, From the place that
: Esta es la vos del pobre sin futuro Donde a la policia no le importa si te matan Donde no hay trabajo para el hombre humilde Rebelde despierta y escucha
: (feat. LA The Darkman) [Verse 1:] I gotta problem, I got the answer now No more singin chicks I'm messin with a dancer now She got a stripper pole
: This love of mine is packed with stepping stone These shoes are made for walking in reverse In the dead of night, you tiptoe out and leave me all alone
: There's a light on in your window There's a shadow on the street Two silhouettes tell me it's over The shadow knows the shadow's me I won't crawl
: Mein Film beginnt mit Abspann und Vorhang Das Licht geht an, eine geht durch den Gang nicht Fee nicht Weh aber durch das Foyer In den Schuhen von
: Escono i mostri dall'armadio arrivano i topi con l'aceto scappa il lupo dalla gabbia e si nasconde, sotto il letto Tira su, su le coperte e accendi
: (B. Dylan) Well I'm sailin away my own true love. I'm sailin' away in the mornin' Is there something I can send you from across the sea, From the
: (Traditional) Mama always reminds me that we're only passin' through The treasures of this world are not for us to hold on to She says the way we'
: No food on my table. And no shoes to go on my feet. No food on my table. And no shoes to go on my feet. My children cry for mercy. They got no place
: He was a good lookin' guy. Stood about six foot three, Long brown hair As nice as he could be. Everybody liked him But he didn't have a clue, He looked
: These blue shoes seem to suit me well, When I feel like hell, As I do now that you're gone Lost and lonely since you stopped caring, I've been
: No more trouble, In this town. Silent night, for a change. Brand new year, Coming up ahead. You know its been so long, Since I rang one in? I close
: (John Hadley) High heel shoes, so sheik and elegant, tapping on the floor beneath the table of the fancy restaurant. The maitre d' brings the phone
