Übersetzung: Yellow Strings. Traum Schmetterling.
girl I can tell you're a rebel, Low cut skirt, with five inch stilettos Pink top, piercing with heavy metal, And you're looking at me like whip cream on yellow
to quench my fetid needs. I wish I could pull these strings. In death there are finer things. Malpractice forever be my bitter name. I wish I could pull these strings
: Poison oak some boyhood bravery When a telephone was a tin can on a string And I fell asleep with you still talking to me You said you were afraid
got me open, girl, why lie? We ain?t even tryin? to settle, so why try? End the night with a kiss and a bye-bye No strings attached your love is so WiFi
ll wait in this place where the sun never shines; Wait in this place where the shadows run from themselves. You said no strings could secure you at the
Acting Different Just Because I Got This Chain Haters Get Your Hating On When They See Them Yellow Stones Holla At Cha Later On My Chain Hang To My Shoe String
ll wait in this place Were the sun never shines Wait in this places Where the shadows Run from themselves You said no strings Could secure you At the
slept at home resentfully Coveting their dreams And often have I wondered How the years and I survived I had a mother who sang to me An honest lullaby Yellow
Hella dome..yeah..my girl beats..no metronome My new chick..she a yellowbone I buy her yellow stones..cause I like it when she got that yellow on So
heels set the mood Where did you acquire those are liars When I met you I heard Jesus bells, strings and a choir I got lines better than n-ggas albums
rubber boots like dennis hoppers dreams the feathers fly from cock fights by the spice factory door it smells like a hot curry and christmas tamales are tied with a yellow string
old Aunt Liz A recorder in red plastic and a yellow xylophone And then an angel on a card that proves that they are my own Watch me balance a silver string
He saw the people all lived in fear He thought that maybe they'd listen to A puppet telling them what to do You know he got some string and he got some
a broken-hearted keelman and I'm o'er head in love With a young lass from Gyetsid And I call 'er my dove Her name's Cushie Butterfield And she sells yellow
ll wait in this place where the sun never shines Wait in this place where the shadows run from themselves You said no strings could secure you at the
my designs I am ashamed of my brain The enemy is me and the executioner terror Music is a reflection of our inner self unfiltered agony touches the wayward string
his hand His dreams are so loud calling in your ear The yellow snake coils from the water And all is refreshed far and near The yellow snake coils from
