freeze ourselves in this hell you came with me so hopeless I fell How much more am I supposed to take I can find forever in other ways but how much more how much more
Übersetzung: Stars. Wie viel mehr.
it in your heart He calls you bluff He is the ace you never thought He played that much And now it's more than all this cards
and the snow lights up the night and I loved you more than life I had so many plans, many dreams, so much hope you don't know how I feel, you'll never
for my life of sin My hard stare seem to scare all my sister's kids So you know, I don't hang around the house much This all night, money making got
And drinking liquor til' you out cold And tho' i'm gone now, nigga it's still on- Pow Bustin on them niggas til they gone How many more jealous ass bitches
me for my life of sin My hard stare seem to scare all my sister's kids So you know I don't hang around tha house much This all night money making got
for my life of sin My hard stare seem to scare all my sister's kids So you know I don't hang around tha house much This all night money making got me
used to read Seed Of The soul I know God perfecting you All the estrogen the darker texture you are the more intellectual You are so professional our little purple star
only through my dreams Look inside your mind and see what's on mine Calling out my name I see you there This frozen cold It's isn't fair How much pride
CHORUS: Nothing's gonna change my love for you You ought to know by now how much I love you One thing you can be sure of I'll never ask for more than
until my eyes go blind Hey, i won't change direction, and i won't change my mind How much difference does it make How much difference does it make...how much
[Bridge-repeat 2x] lets get sexy lets get sexy sounds so good sounds so good fightin' is rightin' fightin' is rightin' lets get sexy its so much more
And nobody has to think too much About Desolation Row Yes, I received your letter yesterday (About the time the door knob broke) When you asked how I
says, "Your wife", I say, "She's busy in the kitchen cookin'." Poor boy - where you been? I already tol' you - won't tell you again I say, "How much
smart or too dumb When yer laggin' behind an' losin' yer pace In a slow-motion crawl of life's busy race No matter what yer doing if you start givin'
