'm right When I can really rebel Yes, I'm really saddened My foolish friend Don't try to live my life Upon this weary line My foolish friend Don't try to live my
Übersetzung: DC Talk. My Foolish Friend.
Übersetzung: Talk Talk. My Foolish Friend.
'm right When I can really rebel Yes I'm really saddened My foolish friend Don't try to live my life Upon this weary line My foolish friend Don't try to live my
My foolish friend Don't try to live my life Upon this weary line My foolish friend Don't tell me if I'm right When I can really rebel Yes I'm really saddened My
saying they think about her I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk
no Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh no no Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh no no Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh no no When I talk to my friends so quietly, Who he think
the streets and all, that, ma Talk to me or something, huh, I don't know what's goin' on, baby You know, I got my clothes in the joint, and you go up
oh, oh no no Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh no no Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh no no [Verse 2 - Beyonce] When I talk to my friends so quietly, Who he think he is
t let foolish pride keep you from my side How can love like ours be in a mess? It's the talk of the town We sent out invitations To friends and relations
I had my share I've been sent to my room, I've been sat in a chair And I held my tongue, I didn't plug my ears You know I got a good talking to And I
kiss's Got me hoping you save me right now Lookin so crazy your love's got me lookin Got me lookin so crazy your love When i talk to my friends so quietly
it right Four friends are driving on Sunday Our smiles a useless disguise By now they know what's inside our hearts My sweet, it shows in your eyes Through all the foolish
you wonder 'bout days to come My mother used to talk to me, I was young and foolish, Brownie could not see Now, I have no mother, my sisters And my
what's come between us. Oh, no. Watch out, I'm coming back my friend. I'm sorry for the things I've done. For you my friend. Remember our talks till
: I'm locked inside A land called foolish price Where the man is always right He hates to talk but loves to fight Is that all right? On real cold days
You like my reflection, better half to my whole Like lyrics to the beat, you the matre for my soul The breath for my life, my sister and my lover Used
