a little closer and a kiss me one more time Tickety tock, oh the clock don't stop It doesn't matter cause I know that you would love me too- But I was late late late
翻訳: 青い天使. 後半.
move a little closer and a kiss me one more time Tickety tock, oh the clock don't stop It doesn't matter cause I know that you would love me too- But I was late late late
out of my head With the streets running red with the blues So the Violins play And my friends always say I?m a fool I?m A Fool I?m A fool My Angels
I feel so blue I'm paying dearly for promises broken so free I never dreamed that there'd be such a longing for you But I'm been no angel so I've got
the back Like antenna to help her get a sense of where she was at, imagine that Livin' a century, the strenght of her memories Felt like an angel had
late, whoa whoa It's too late to apologize, it's too late I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late I said it's too late to apologize, yeah, too late
death bed in roast in fire See my most desires Smell the smoke from my flesh as my ghost rise up Hear the voices of 100 choirs And angels looking down
so Santa hit a brotha off and come as quick as you can! [chorus] Santa Baby Just slip a Benzo under the tree for me A '98 convertible, light blue I'
blue, the blackness is true My tactics was new that's when the practice grew and I flew I wanted to be a rapper so simple and plain From Los Angeles
seem I'm sellin' ya'll a pipe dream Wolf tickets, nope been a legend since nineteen And that was in the late 1990's You late, homeboy I kept them 19's
fill a room with sadness as he fills his horn with tears He can cry like a fallen Angel when the risin' time is near Jazzman, take my blues away Make
'm afraid It's too late to apologize, it's too late I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late, whoa whoa It's too late to apologize, it's too late
ladies come to rock it I steal the baddest drink, then the best fabrics Leathers and the Cz's and the S classes Ghetto angel, wrists glist like the rainbow Yellows, reds and blues
, uh huh Varick street and I drove south With my hands on the wheel And your taste in my mouth Janine Jesus to my left The Holland tunnel on my right Angels
time Slowly strolling in the sweet sunshine And I'm running late And I don't need an excuse 'Cause I'm wearing my brand new shoes Woke up late one