could be I wish I could be, wish I could be I wish I could be, little more like Vernie Oh, I wanna be, I wanna be, little more like Vernie
wish I could be I wish I could be I wish I could be A little more like Vernie Oh I wanna be I wanna be a little more like Vernie
Übersetzung: Blind Melon. Vernie.
I wish I could be I wish I could be I wish I could be A little more like Vernie Oh I wanna be I wanna be a little more like Vernie
: Ergo, oceanus, maritimus Ergo, opacare, matutinus Ergo, septentrio, meridies Ergo, occidens et orientis Ergo, oceanus, maritimus Opacare, matutinus
: Insane Clown Posse! ICP! about to take you way back! way back that is, to Vernor! Posse, Yeah! Me and Shaggy 2 Dope in the home away from home In
: Was fahlt dir ein du grinst mir zu frech mit deiner art hast du pech nicht mit mir geh doch vorbei baby baby was ist hier los hab feuer im bauch mir
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All I am, all I'll be, everything in this world All that I'll ever need is in your eyes, shining at me When you smile I can feel all my passion unfolding
my name?" [Incomprehensible] Toxic Sludge Warrior, my Posse's on Vernor (Yeah, come on) [Incomprehensible] back down to Southwest, the Posse's on Vernor (What you got?) Now cruisin' down Verner
There's a closet full of dresses that I bought you And here's the keys to the new car in the drive And before you leave our room, put on your best perfume
You ran crying to the bedroom, I ran off to the bar Another peace of Heaven gone to Hell The words we spoke in anger just tore my world apart And I sat
We still share the same old bed We still lay there side by side Love's either playin' dead Or is no longer alive 'Cause girl, it's been so long Since
They got a vintage Victrola 1951 Full of my favorite records that I grew up on They got ole Hank and Lefty and there's B24 Set 'em up Joe and play ?Walking
You say, you're Mama called and you must go She's down in the bed and needs you so And you don't know if you'll be coming home tonight or not But, honey
Don't you think you should have called To tell me you were coming down Oh you look so out of place On this troubled side of town It's a place where losers
I grew up on western swing Bob Wills had me hooked early in my teens A fiddle was the only thing I put my fingers on Faded love was my love till you came
