: Back in the day you say you had it made Hanging out all night and getting laid All the colours had shown brighter And your heart was so much lighter
: (You've been flirting again, Icelandic Version) Allt sem hun sag?i var satt Allt sem hun sag?i var satt Gefum henni tima Gefum henni rum Allt sem
: It's six o'clock on the dot and i'm half way home i feel foul mouthed as i stand an wait for the underground and a nervous disposition does'nt agree
: Lyrics: Rob Bolland, Ferdi Bolland, FALCO, Music: R. & F. Bolland; Published by Bolland & Bolland Songs/TBM International, Falkenhorst Hey Conchita
: Komm, tritt ein ins Reich der Dunkelheit Sei gegru?t in der Verdorbenheit Hier verbu?t Du Deine Lebenszeit Nichts versu?t (Die bitt're Wahrheit)
: I read your ad this morning you, said you want a real good man I read your ad this morning you, said you want a real good man Now I'm here with you
: Scribere proposui de contemptu mundano ut degentes seculi non mulcentur in vano iam est hora surgere a sompno mortis pravo a sompno mortis pravo Vita
: [Chorus] Who got the props? Who got the props? Magazines and Hollywood backdrops Who got the props? Who got the props? Radio and TV crews, it don't
: Le jour et la nuit, elle me poursuit, moi, je la suis Elle, elle est la Jusque dans mon bain, dans un refrain, des le matin Elle, elle est la Elle
: Dans cite X y a une barmaid Qui lave mon linge entre deux raids Si un jour elle apprend mon tilt Au bout d'un flipp tourne trop vite Je veux pas qu
: Les chroniques du 75 , Hein ! Akhi ! J?ai pas la plume de moliere j?suis tetu comme Kountakite J?manque de tact souvent,on m?dit tu m?soule bouge,
: There's no earthly way of knowing What was in your heart When it stopped going The whole world shook A storm was blowing through you Waiting for God
: Its not selling out, its growing up Were the words that fell from your fucking mouth How can you throw away so much conviction You are the weakest
: [Verse 1:] I wanted to see If 2000 A.D. Was ever in place For someone like me I look at the future For a paperback culture I think there was more In
: I can't sleep at night and I can't sleep in the day It's the TV dinner that's keeping me awake the words are crawling in the words are crawling
Quickstep (written 4/77) I knew my youth couldn't last forever I knew some chords so I got the band together Sick of sleeping and beating up my mother
Leapfrog over fences. Little time, less senses. Here by this railway cutting. Life goes quick and it goes without warning. That's how life is in my
