Darlin' don't you go and cut your hair Do you think it's gonna make him change? "i'm just a boy with a new haircut" And that's a pretty nice haircut
Übersetzung: Jackass Nummer Zwei Soundtrack. Pavement --- Ihr Haar schneiden.
Übersetzung: Pflaster. Cut Your Hair.
Übersetzung: Pflaster. Darlin gehst du nicht Und Cut Your Hair.
don't touch her', but he trusts her, he also loves her Cause her to hold the sharing, his bright moon and star His lil' way out the valley, a spy cut
song about a face Think about a photograph That you really can't remember but you can't erase Wash your hands in dreams and lightning Cut off your hair
' 'em, still holdin' MC's hand Takin' they ass across the street walkin' So let me know when you ready to bust With your head on the pavement Bring your
'Cause I let my hair go wild Lookin' like a nappy nigga child Black folk say, "Cut that bush" Quicker than George Bush, drugs get pushed They want a nigga clean-cut
against the madness Speak your mind if you dare But don't, no it's a special don't try to get yourself elected And if you do, you better cut your hair
a statement, rippm your truck up on your pavement Lookm for something hark enough to hit you in your face with [Proof] And then I grab you by your neck
a song about A face Think about a photograph That you really can't remember But you can't erase Wash your hands in dreams and lightning Cut off your hair
the none cut you have the cool hair we both take showers for almost an hour but only once a week or two what do you do when your lifes a disater and your
your entrails as an offer in my sight i was born to bring death at the footsteps of your home tonight i have sewn all the hair and crooked nails that
sqaure, I have the non cut, you have the cool hair. We both take showers, for almost an hour, but only once a week or two. What do you do when your
your spirit, mold your mind Follow the rules or get an education behind state bars or father time. When we were kids we cut our hair throw rocks we didn
Poundin' down the back roads Higher than a steeple Street, street lethal Come and watch me ride Movin' down the pavement Don't get in my hair Exploding in your
about A face Think about a photograph That you really can't remember But you can't erase Wash your hands in dreams and lightning Cut off your hair
