;s. Viva la gula, viva el mole, viva los churros y el atole, viva los tacos con frijoles quiero comer, yo quiero comer, yo quiero comer. Viva la gula,
Übersetzung: La Onda Vaselina. Viva La Gula.
Übersetzung: OV7. Viva La Gula.
: I got my back to the sun 'cause the light is too intense I can see what everybody in the world is up against You can't turn back - you can't come back
: What gives you rights to have a voice for someone else and take away their choices on life, sex, love, lust your ignorance is tucked away in a crust
: Je t'aime aussi par gourmandise Toi mon joli peche mignon Tu as le gout des friandises Que je volais petit garcon Tendre objet de ma convoitise Tu
: underneath the yellow lights i tried to be standoffish but you said it wasn't the thought that could count anymore if we ever had a pact well, i'm
: Mama if you want a little bit of some chocolate with your sugar I can deliver it I can deliver it right to your door I said Mama if you want a little
: She says what has her daddy done That you want him to be punished When she woke up one day to find That he was starting to vanish But _if you hope_ (?)
: So long, boy you can take my place I've got my papers, I've got my pay So pack my bags and I'll be on my way To Yellow River Put my gun down, the
: Am I more than you bargained for yet I've been dying to tell you anything you want to hear Cause that's just who I am this week Lie in the grass, next
: This is the Story of a Yellow Ban dana A Handsome young Soldier and a Girl named Rose anna Away out West in the Wilds of New Mexico There lived a
: ?E restammo ancora dint? ?o scuro abbracciate sotto a chistu muro l?aria attorno e scesa sottozero ma scarfammo ?o freddo io e te e vulato ?o tempo
: In tutto cio che devi far il lato bello puoi trovar e se lo trovi - hop! - il gioco va ed ogni compito divien piu semplice e seren dovrai capir che
: Speak your word leave a sign no more critics lay it down worst demean I prefer you blind to salve your remains I adore your last scent sweet the water
: On the Vermont Transit Bus I leaned my arm into a little chink of sun, going somewhere older than I was, strapped into something tight, keeping me
: [Shaggy 2 Dope] My name is Shaggy But some call me Shaggy Balls Cuz you can me my ball sac Hangin out my drawls I wear short shorts Bitches stop and
: All the fur and fin will lose again Cause our better is their worst reckonin' And our fine-feathered friends will sing until they bleed And how will
