the station With a suitcase in my hand Well, it's hard to tell, it's hard to tell When all your love's in vain All my love is in vain When the train
Call him Mr. Raider, call him Mr. Wrong Call him Mr. Vain Call him Mr. Raider, call him Mr. Wrong Call him Mr. Vain He'd say, "I know what I want and
Übersetzung: Culture Beat. Nur Herr.
Übersetzung: Culture Beat. Mr. Vain (Mr. House).
station with a suitcase in my hand Well it's hard to tell it's hard to tell, when all your love's in vain All my love's in vain When the train rolled
What for are we crying? What for are we dying? Only Mr God knows why What for are we living? What for are we dreaming? What for are we losing? Only Mr
laif Walls came in life could not be saved No man made machine, could see the things I 've seen Mr. Collins you did not die in vain Strangers moved in
shit off, lipstick and all girl (Well let's talk about the album) Get naked baby damn ha ha ha [DeVante] Baby take it off for Jo-Jo Baby take it off for Mr
up and froze Why you leavin' so soon, supposed too And ain't no question about that They call me Big Gipp on the southside Mr. Get Down in the vains
sneakers and beepers, your dutches and reefas We got our, eight tracks and sneakers, our hookers and reefers My work is, never in vain, born to insert
Vu le vent vehiculant ma virulence quand je vais de vive voix en vehemence. Ca t'etonne, ca detonne comme quand l'immuable egocentrique martele ta pomme, oui ca sonne.Donne dans l'exploit n'est-ce pas Mr
same But no matter where I'm going it will dwell inside my bones That there's nothing left inside, Mr. Jones No there's nothing left inside, Mr. Jones
: [Verse:] I'm searching my whole lifetime I'm hunting for myself But everyone just says that I won't last In daylight Dr. Jeckyl At night I'm Mr. Hide
f'ra la tete au carre Kidnapper le perce-oreille et l'emmener en mer Le lancer dans l'ocean pour qui touche plus terre Parce que Mr Oogie Boogie est
awe I'm lookin like a star bitch when you see me make a wish Holla at ya motherfuckin boy J.R. Birdman my pa bitch ball bred born rich Dear Mr. Toilet
: Always got to have your say Always get your own way Your so predictable Mr. I play in a band, don't You know who I am I'm not sucked in by you
