shattered tongue, and a voice you've never heard. I pray my body can withstand what it's about to take,for a life I want, a death I love and the story
: INTRO I Jr.Gong long side Yami Bolo Come to tell you a little story about the girl next door Certain tings can happen but she will never know Unless
And on the radio an old song sings Suggesting that love is why we're living As she turns the station fast. She looks down at her lover A friend of a
: (Bowie) It's just a one dollar secret A lover's secrets in the UK Torn apart in the UK In the dribble of May-Day '87 and Cry '87 and Cry And there
number I got your number I got your number I'll be your lover I'll be your friend I'll be your friend And your brother in love But that's where the story
so you can see what 'cha missin'! Take a walk on the beach, bury your body with sand And keep packin' and packin' until you couldn't withstand Get a hotel suite, 20 stories
wind blow You're the power and I'm in it You can be the fire I start I want your heart And let there be a story when the stories are told I need to hear
lovers who wander A walkin around thinkin about her Never thought I could live without her She broke my heart, I really showed it Look at me now, you'd never know it Now my story
my back Waking up to the one o'clock gun with a Punch and Judy bird Reaching out for a gelignite beer that fills me up with murder To overhear forbidden songs her lover
Word has it we move mathematic on rappers Who don't add up, you get broke, battered and slapped up 8 million stories in the nekkid call yo man Method
be waiting for you... Got another lover in Timbuktu Got a name for him He's my little guru. When I don't call him he starts to cry I have to tell him stories
disgrace Mumma wahn kill her cuz dem lover is a panty chase A nuh my fault, mih mumma make me go Most dem lover style, even them say she rude A nuh lie
s you I see before me, oh, oh, Garbo C'est toi que je t'adore, oh, oh, Garbo A lover's greatest story, oh, oh, Garbo The say: "Well that's amore!", oh
vedi Ornella Muta muta che si cuce la bocca per te mentre tu stai cambiando macchina cambiando motore LATIN LOVER LATIN LOVER LATIN LOVER LATIN LOVER
much of one thing Some rise in the morning Their milk upon the sill The last time I saw sunrise It had a dream to kill Breath low my scented lover Bottles
a web My body quivers in the silence as she chains me to the bed Sit back, let the, chemicals find their way into my head tonight She's my lover, I'm
it's only promising This place was made on you Tell me baby what's your story Where you come from And where you wanna go this time Tell me lover are
bear So take care when heading for a love affair Who can plan Who can say how a love story ends To a man you're a woman, a lover, a friend Just remember