I was lost in France In the fields the birds were singing I was lost in France And the day was just beginning As I stood there in the morning rain I
Übersetzung: Tyler, Bonnie. Lost In France.
I was lost in France In the fields the birds were singing I was lost in France And the day was just beginning As I stood there in the morning rain I had
: You say "France" and I'll whistle. You say "France" and I'll whistle. I'll whistle, you say "France". No, you say "France" and I'll whistle. No, no
You say "France" and I'll whistle. You say "France" and I'll whistle. I'll whistle, you say "France". No, you say "France" and I'll whistle. No, no,
will you do?) Dynamic Tension waiting for you? Dynamic Tension make a man out of you I opened my magazine (What did you see?) I saw Mr. France (What
get funny looks from a world that doesn't get We are not David Koresh or Krishna Or the people on TV who glorifying their bishop From Edwards to Piper, MacAurther to Spurgeon From Dallas to France
the phone and called all the magazines i couldn't help it when school was done, took a european trip hoping that i'd run into you in the south of france
and sinners, and knights of ready hand, Who will be the Lord's Crusader, send word through all the land, Jerusalem is lost, Jerusalem is lost, Jerusalem is lost
man Sole survivor No witness to the crime I must act fast to over up I think that there`s still time He`d seem hopeless and lost with this note They
gamble with your life cause Detroit niggaz will fade ya Got fans all over the land from London to Jamaica Paris, France, Asia, Hampton and Malaysia Lost
heights Don't often do this We never really get the chance Nearly froze to death on Oxford Street Now we're sitting in the South of France Talking through
: Frances she lost forty ponds, so what about me? Well I don't know much about anything But I know I've got to pay They never feed me, never let me
about the assignment due Formalities, photos, and the interview We'd hop on into his big rent-a-car Go for a lovely drive, not far....maybe France As
of the sexual "thangs" we do In my mind I trust you make em all colorful Chorus I'd like to put you In such a romance Take you down To Paris, France Leave
But I was lucky cause I never caught the hard time I was blessed with the skill to bust a dope rhyme All my homies died or caught the penzo Lost their
: Lyrics: R. Wilbor Music: Leonard Bernstein Glitter and be gay That?s the part I play Here I am in Paris, France Forced to bend my soul To a
