for the soul You'll never make it in a motown suit No way to fake it man they're not your roots No, you'll never make it in a motown suit You can't
: I meant to say I thought you knew I always prayed For me and you The birthday suit In which I was born Is torn and frayed Is ripped and worn Never
je veux tout et tout d'suite chorus : tout. tout. tout et tout d'suite **tout. tout. tout et tout d'suite** je veux tout et tout d'suite. tout. tout.
Verse:] Well a me name Jr.Gong Me seh look how mi natty tall Who nuh know me from dem see me Me a living top-a-nor Clarky boot and khaki suit You think
: Well I used to know someone fair She had orange ribbons in her hair She was such a trip She was hardly there But I loved her Just the same. There
avais encor mes jouets, Mais un jour dans la rue, En sortant de l'ecole, Je vois un inconnu Qui, a mes pas, se colle. Un monsieur me suit dans la rue
the cold cold ground And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground And they put him in a suit of lights And they put him in a suit of lights
: (Music: Roy Nathanson; Lyrics: Ray Dobbins, R. Nathanson) I remember that dance On the roof of my car When St. Lucy's mad torch Took away our best
: (Music: R. Nathanson; Lyrics: R. Dobbins) That all could gather That we could marry Still Faces absent That she could see this As if time hovered
: (Music: R. Nathanson; Lyrics: Declan MacManus, R. Dobbins, R. Nathanson) Now you've heard our refrain And this story must end 'Cause the stars can
your cowboy boots Dressed to kill in your monkey suit Every pose you strike, every frame they shoot Shows you dressed to kill in your monkey suit Look at you in your monkey suit
you're on view so Never compromise accept no substitute I would rather wear a barrel than conservative apparel A dress has always been my strongest suit
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: i can't admit to my sin i have been folish, i've been tired i can admit my own self demise 'cause all these things in life are wrong they've no importance
: Dis-leur que c'est l'heure que l'missile rentre dans la machine. Ma rage. Sa maison mere, dis leur qu'ils ne pourront pas fliquer mon anarchie. Dis
: (SPOKEN INTRO) Tell me a secret I don't just wanna know about any secret of yours I wanna know about one special secret Because tonight I want to learn
I call the shots I'm the chief despot Fighting for the fatherland Monkey in a suit on the White House lawn Monkey in a suit with his dunce cap on Monkey in a suit
