from me All mine, you have to be So don't resist, we shall exist Until the day, until the day I die All mine, all you have to be All mine, yes, you
Übersetzung: Tom Jones. All Mine.
facts [Cappadonna:] We on our grown man shit like Quincy Jones Travelling across the world while we smoking the bone We grinding, y'all niggaz know
actual facts is sold as facts We on our grown man shit like Quincy Jones Traveling across the world while we smoking the bone We all here grinding, y'all
explode although you know the route to go to sex me slow slow baby And yes I must react to claims of those who say that you are not all that huh, huh
a dime. Darling, You're so far behind me, Tomorrow's gonna find me Further down the line. Taking me some paper Pencil in my hand, I'm gonna write: Darling, All
Who run trains till they off the track, wolf pack Up in Playboy mansion I have all these bunnies back We got money stacks, homes and lacs Farms and gats for any Tom
Written by Tom Jones It's not unusual to be loved by anyone It's not unusual to have fun with anyone but when I see you hanging about with anyone It'
find me And you wont find me In the magazines Thumbing my way through those hip cat scenes Rambling on coat tails long Waltzing my tears to a Tom Jones
solid love And you're exactly what I'm dreamin' of All through the day And all through the nightI'll give you all the love I have with all my might,
mine And you know that it's true that all the things that I do Are gonna come back to you in your sweet time I went from Phoenix, Arizona, all the way
There was time when your hand reached for mine And a moment apart would mean breaking your heart Now you're out of my arms And we're strangers again
betty (bam-ba-lam) oh, black betty (bam-ba-lam) oh, black betty (bam-ba-lam) Black betty had a child (bam-ba-lam) and she swears it's mine (bam-ba-lam
of time now Till I make you mine now Waited patiently It could happen any day Now it looks like you're gonna be free The tide is turning my way I'll see you through all
as facts [Cappadonna:] We on our grown man shit like Quincy Jones Travelling across the world while we smoking the bone We grinding, y'all niggaz know
(Tom Jones) Aw, aw baby, yeah, ooh yeak, huh, listen to this Spy on me baby use satellite Infrared to see me move through the night Aim gonna fire
and mic device Up the price, the time is right for shows at night Peace to The Roots that chop "Clones" Dilated Live in Vegas, Defari and Tom Jones Slap
