Übersetzung: Mit Röcke. Regenschirm.
: In nights of old, they lie in the roads. Off with their heads, and always lead opinion polls. Going in and out of, another state of, try not to
: [Jay-Z] Can't stop it nigga, uh Mm-hmm, uh-huh, can't stop that Timbaland uh-huh.. Jigga Man uh-huh Yeah.. Brook, Brook-Brooklyn huh? That's right
Some like it hot And some like it cold Some like it hot And some like it cold Some like it hot And some like it cold Some like it hot And some like it
Life was just a school yard. Life was just a play ground. Life was just a sweet suburban memory. It got changed when I first met you. It got changed
We want to multiply, are you gonna do it? I know you're qualified, are you gonna do it? Don't be so circumscribed, are you gonna do it? Just get yourself
In nights of old they lie in the roads Off with their heads and always left opinion polls Going in announce of another state's off Try not to be obvious
Now whatcha gonna do when A catches an attitude Drop to your knees and show gratitude So whatcha wanna do with it? Whatcha wanna do with it? Whatcha gonna
Your words left a dagger in my heart And left a bitter melody To that you have seen all that I am You have no reason I never told you how I felt Because
I could hear all the plans we had when the wind hits me just right and i'm so sick of wanting all the things i'm haunted by my sympathy goes to the oldest
Well, if I should fall from grace with God Where no doctor can relieve me If I'm buried 'neath the sand Where the Angels won't receive me Let me go,
Anyone could fall in love with you Anyone who knows you as I do Anyone could fall in love with you And I love you, my darling Anyone could lose his heart
Wish I could remember why it mattered to me. It doesn't matter to me. It doesn't matter to me anymore. Now that you're feeling fine, I'll admit that -
We want to multiply, are you gonna do? I know you qualify, are you gonna do? Don't be so circumscribe, are you gonna do it? Just get yourself untied,
I found the cure and no one cares It's just another thing to sell I found a church, and no one's there It's just another thing that failed (I'll bring
Chorus: If I should fall from grace with god Where no doctor can relieve me If I'm buried 'neath the sod But the angels won't receive me Let me go boys
Well I hope that I don't fall in love with you 'Cause falling in love just makes me blue Well the music plays and you display your heart for me to see
two forms you have a hard time seeing move to eachother would heavens light shine down would a voice protect them only once that they hold to each other
