to you and he Please! Forgive us for what we've done Ms. & Mr. Little Ones Ms. & Mr. Little Ones Look what's happened to our world Ms. & Mr. Little Ones
harvest of life To heal your wounds He'll find you peace, little boy He will protect you, little girl He'll never leave you, little ones Little ones Very little ones
am and every word means something else More than the word before it So watch this seriously And take a little step Into the life that we have become So take a little
back the little ones And pan fry the big ones Use tact, poise and reason And gently squeeze them Done like a matador, I pray for the weekend And hope the little
Where do all the lovers meet with one another, in an effort to uncover what has happened to their salad days? The sprite ones on the corner, dream of
High on a hill where the city seems tame Beyond the shimmer is where I sit and hide Hush now people don?t you cry, It takes a hundred pleas to fetch
The crisp sheet bedding pulled down to the floor, my raised, tired brows have witnessed its lore and I won't have much to say, if I don't return. Easy
We long for the best years of our lives So long to an era, dry your eyes And we don't have a lot to say Outlines of circles on your face Details a certain
Words are full of meaning Words can be screaming The truth lies somewhere within Syntax, though clever, is never etched in stone and never hidden from
never caught you a breakthrough The people are in lines trying to be you Oh, and now you are dancing I see all the waking ones From silhouttes to the
't suspect something's wrong here I dance in place And paint my face And act like I belong here CHORUS: Throw back the little ones And pan-fry the big ones
Übersetzung: Steely Dan. Throw Back The Little Ones.
Übersetzung: Wonder, Stevie. Ms. \u0026amp; Mr. Little Ones.
Übersetzung: Tony Rich Project, die. Little Ones.
Made a few CDs. Played with all our favorite bands. Hit it big on the ska/punk scenes. But we're never gonna be on TRL with Carson Daly. Made a lot of
What's the bullshit for? Verbal battlefield. Syllables of war. I shut myself off. It happens again. You're not my friend. You're not my friend. You're
