callow and morose who let you in? if I knew, then I could get out the murder you see is a mystery to me dear Mister Muse fellow of wit and gentry
gray, an English film, the Wednesday Play We always watch the Queen on Christmas Day Won't you stay? Though your eyes see shipwrecked sailors, you're
Don: I know what gets you hot. Hamburgers get you hot, 'cause I picked you up in the pool hall! Phyllis: You don't know what gets me hot, you don't have
Who will be born near Italy His rule shall cost his empire Dear Napoloron his name shall be From Castile does Franco come And the Government driven out shall be An English
my dear old neighbors in the Glen of Aherlow. So Irish youths, dear countrymen, take heed in what I say; For if you join the English ranks, you'll surely
cozy intimate Do you know what I mean? And nobody calls me, "Hey, baby doll", Miss Marmelstein Or "Honey dear", Miss Marmelstein, or "Sweetie pie" Miss
the heat my dear You got to froth and foam Got to send away the mad puppeteer Who seems to think this is home I want you to speak the English right
careful what you're doing You can do anything Yeah you can do anything I said you can do anything You don't know what you're doing Or don't do anything
from me my dear. How do you do my darling? How do you do my sweetheart? How do you do? Heh geht es dir genauso gut wie mir? How do you do my honey?
, boy You monolith, not scarred by fallout Us wolves were right behind you And Lucifer will never find you, oh no The moon, let it guide you When Selene
With those nuggets dug ... It's glory they'll gimme My dear friend, King Jimmy Will probably build me a shrine When all of the gold is mine [English
' to cope, but it's just so hard; dear God, will I see him on the boulevard? Can you tilt your hat to the side, if you want; or do you gotta have it straight
in garlic sauce or fried in olive oil I've never tasted any meself, but I bet it all tastes vile! What's wrong with good Australian food, you Slovaks and you
crowd would you let him hold your arm And if he flies too high would you clip his wings But don't let him fall too hard I'm sure that you can hand the
) [English Translation] Isa, Isa you are my only treasure; Must you leave me, so lonely and foresaken? As the roses will miss the sun at dawning, Every moment my heart for you
for lovesick fools I wrote this song for you But you don't care It's a crooked song, ah, But my heart is there The thing that you would see if you would
over me There's somethin bout the desert It don't speak english but we understand Somethin bout the desert From the car's front seat You squeezed my hand Dear carolyne You
It frays this skin and then underscore The case for war you spin and bleed The cells you fill screen savers feed The girls you breed, the soaps that you