Lonely, lonely, lonely Lonely eyes, lonely face, lonely lonely in your place Lonely, lonely Lonely eyes, lonely face, lonely, lonely in your place I
Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely eyes, lonely face, lonely lonely in your place. Lonely, lonely, lonely eyes, lonely face, lonely lonely in your place.
Übersetzung: Waits, Tom. Lonely.
: Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely eyes, lonely face, lonely lonely in your place. Lonely, lonely, lonely eyes, lonely face, lonely lonely in your place
Why be lonely Why be blue You got me babe, I got you And I can't stop thinkin' about How I dig rockin' around with you I was waiting You came through
world And it's so pretty and so lonely I could just die, I might just die I could just die, I might just die And at my funeral They will say Tom
there was Charlton Heston, Looking a lot like 007. He was being chased by Sergeant Preston, Taking nine Commandments back to heaven. "What's your hurry? You know heaven can wait
I'm on the hustle 25/8, ATL to the lone star state On the move I'm bleedin blocks, tryin to get this paper straight No time to wait no room for error,
It was once a dark lonely summer's eve on the lonely streets of Sunset When the Lord called upon 6 crazy M.C's J Dog, Charlie Scene, Johnny 3 Tears, Da
a movie maker, Tom You know you're never gonna make a movie maker Always be a silly faker, Tom, Tom Never gonna make a movie maker, Tom Oh, Tom, Tom
a whole lot. Lulu sends her friends They cover the mouths with one hand Well, I keep waiting here Drifting around in a dark land And the lone hunter
Bootleger(walks in the barber shop while P.Diddy Fab & Ice Cube are waiting for a hair cut) Bootleger "Yo wat up I got the new Fab, P.Diddy, Jagged Edge
you know we can't wait Cos it might be too late If we wait any longer You call me on the phone and you tell me how you're so lonely and your Daddy
I know She's my moon and sun She's the only one She's the only one She freed me And now I'm the lonely one I'm the lonely one But I still believe She
the girl who'll wait for kisses underneath that mistletoe To the lonely summer lovers when the leaves begin to fall Here's to the losers, a-bless them all Hey, Tom
m on the hustle 25/8, ATL to the lone star state On the move I'm bleedin blocks, tryin to get this paper straight No time to wait no room for error,
