are gonna walk all over you David: Are ya ready boots? Marilyn: Hasta la vista, Baby David: Hey wait, come back here... Marilyn: Bye bye David:
David: She?s the music of the sunshine Marilyn: He?s the rhythm of the rain David: Melting violins... Together: that fly on the wings of an angel David
: David: You never close your eyes anymore when I kiss your lips Marilyn: And there's no tenderness like before in your fingertips David: You're trying
Take a walk with me And lets go back in time Do you remember The heat of December and the way we walked trhough pouring rain and in a star and the
Unaware that I can hear You sing your song to me This melody surrounding me Is a sound that I can see Sing your song Your song of devotion and love I?
You've shown the grace that is Heaven's reward While silently facing the challenge of this world It can't be easy to maintain your composure When the
when the stars are all that we can share when we're forced to breathe a different air i can't imagine my life without you (2x)
I love the smell of rain And to watch the seasons change And to let the falling snow melt in my hand I love the sound of waves And the way that aples
Leta??s get connected again I feel so far from where you are Leta??s get connected Again yeah Your voice is the sweetest sound But Ia??m out of place
Übersetzung: Martin, David. Something In Your Eyes.
: (Bowie) It's a god-awful small affair To the girl with the mousy hair But her mummy is yelling "No" And her daddy has told her to go But her friend
fluid Don't pull that thing out unless you gon' use it Ain't nobody bleedin, I guess it's all music [Young Buck:] Shawty the kush still burnin, Aston Martin
givin her mouth-to-mouth, Now she's famous and the paparazzi starts to shoot her, I drop two black cars I named 'em Malcom X an Martin Luther I don't
entre la Fac et les braquages de Brinks ? L?Etat veut nous trouer comme les Stan Smith de Jacques Messerine Au contraire de David Douillet et Bernadette
: [Keith David] Only three short years after the 1965 Watts Riots and the death of Malcolm X and of the assassination of Martin Luther King Jr, A Boy
any bitches that beef Your grill in stitches, get buried inside a ditch in your briefs Life is enslavement and suffering, crazy snuffings, attacks Overdosing like David
, stops the rain The bullets and a kiss A buncha Brooklyn kids cried that day When the hearse roll thru with BIG Listen to the vision Martin had Shots in the flag, David
I'm a Don Diva Don Niva Y'all not seen her, heater squeezed into a wife beater Yep I'm a top leader, I got the Martin Luther King fever I'm a feed ya
