eyes of a woman, there's nowhere to run The eyes of a woman, my fears come undone In the eyes of a woman, there's nowhere to run The eyes of a woman,
eyes of a woman, there's nowhere to run The eyes of a woman, my fears come undone In the eyes of a woman, there's nowhere to run The eyes of a woman
Übersetzung: Reise. The Eyes Of A Woman.
The eyes of a woman, there's nowhere to run The eyes of a woman, my fears come undone In the eyes of a woman, there's nowhere to run The eyes of a woman
your eyes, shining here tonight, Has woken the man in me, and the woman in you, The woman in you; All night, heads on the pillow, and eyes that are never
Regarded as Job, layin' naked in the Valley of Bones Skulls of dead woman grinnin', it's scary Till they're crushed under the foot of a gremlin Mother
a people built is so Jesse Jackson, Miss America a black one No more livin for just a small fraction I was once told by the Dude that knowledge is a food
My life flashed passed me, the good and the bad Such a feeling my brother, never ever felt I had A special bondage to the almighty A sudden chill in me
: This ain't a love song This is a live song Woman, u my equal, my wife We be tight like 2 perfectly matching calligraphy lines We don't wanna build
where your children slept You believed in a time for love There'd never be a time for hate What kind of woman keeps the dream alive What kind of dream
A man conceived a moment's answers to the dream. Staying the flowers daily, sensing all the themes. As a foundation left to create the spiral aim, A movement
by a river Close to the edge, round by the corner Close to the end, round by the corner Down at the edge, close by a river Sudden problems take away
When you love a woman You see your world inside her eyes When you love a woman You know she's standin' by your side A joy that lasts forever There's a
, wit' no beginning, as the world stops spinning [Unverified] as a journey that's never ending I glance at my baby boy, I can see this in his eyes The
of a people built is so Jesse Jackson, Miss America a black one No more livin' for just a small fraction I was once told by the Dude that knowledge is a
