: (John Dowland) Can she excuse my wrongs with Virtue's cloak? Shall I call her good when she proves unkind? Are those clear fires which vanish into
Can she excuse my wrongs with Virtue's cloak? Shall I call her good when she proves unkind? Are those clear fires which vanish into smoke? Must I praise
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Übersetzung: John Dowland. Can she excuse My Wrongs.
Übersetzung: Stachel. Can she excuse My Wrongs?.
(John Dowland) Can she excuse my wrongs with Virtue's cloak? Shall I call her good when she proves unkind? Are those clear fires which vanish into smoke
Almost was played by my main bitch Over, she tried to pull 1 on quick I'm paperchasing, trying to get rich On a 68 tour with my clique She hit me while
: Reticent she returns to the streets Where she once floated above in hospital sheets Hands on the walls where small handprints still weigh With the
Excuse Me Sir, Can I Have My Swagga Back? Excuse Me Mam, Can I Have My Swagga Back? Excuse Me Sir, Can I Have My Swagga Back? Excuse Me Mam, Can I Have
She won?t ever get enough Once she gets a little touch If I had it my way You know that I?d make her say Ooooooh Ooooooh [Chorus] x2 She won?t ever get
it She won't ever get enough Once she gets a litte touch If i had it my way you know that i make her say ooooooooh ooooooooh She won't ever get enough
that niggaz get down right I used to say, all I know, is the nigga get money And you standin in my way, excuse me dummy Ronda she told me that nigga a
young but so tough She'll make it where she is No excuses no refuse I like the game where I can't lose SHE'S TOO ITCHING FOR ACTION SHE'S TOO ITCHING
think his story is a fake She can't take these fables anymore What she wants to know is what the phone numbers are for He can't explain himself, a poor excuse
ion Brazil And what she's comin back in what 3 days still (Is that so) Yeah we can have bare fun Com on babes I need my hair done (For real) Nah it's an excuse
believe it baby girl I like that, thick-petite n' pretty Little touch is a ditty Love to work the kitty like purrrrrrr She loves to stirr it up purrrrrr I can
