care who you are You said it was too hard, you took out your trump card Song for the asking, song for you obviously Song for a singer, song for a B movie Song for the asking, song for
翻訳: 教会. 質問ソングフォー.
band played on And they were singin' my song I see the band played on And they were singin' my song I see the band played on And they were singin' my song
a true player has to be The shit comes naturally, so hoes quit asking me I never listened and used to cuss in back of the church Bracking the Max is
prices, searching for a high to suppress it Some people turn to the church in search of hope Looking for that ribbon in the sky But there's a chair and a rope for
stop disrespecting our women It's time for us to come home and raise our children It's time for us, to really mold our communities It's time for us,
And wish that I was there to sing this song It's midnight in Chelsea, midnight in Chelsea No one's asking me for favors No one's looking for a savior
happened at all I'm so tired of feeling sorry for myself Please Lord hear me I'm crying out for help I'm so tired of crying in the dark I'm not asking
And send the slave ship back for you Money matters, don't let it master you Pressing on the answer Till they give you what you're asking for It's like
song specifically against the catholic church of the middle ages, asking them to celebrate the riches of their loot - even nowadays. "Six Billion Reasons To Hate" Metal song
chewing on a birch? I'm addicted to shark meat and books by Mark Twain and eating Novocain shipped from the Ukraine. My name's not Matthew, but thanks for asking
is the tone Get it on jones, about to bring it own home Ship me then I'm gone, workin best for the loan Started with a song, longer money and roam Fuck
myself From a world that is falling down all around me I hear the sounds of laughter callin' after me Fallin' too fast, my close friends are asking
she's holding on to her own hand Chorus It's midnight in Chelsea, midnight in Chelsea No one's asking me for favors No one's looking for a savior
kindred spirits but not kindred people in this world for now We are both, too strong, we are both, too weak, we are both, too young So you go sing your songs
: Chanson pour les petits enfants (song for children) Chanson pour tout le monde (song for the world) Chanson pour les petits enfants (song for children) Chanson
from a barn they call (HEY!) I don't pay for no pussy, I try to stay away from (HO!) If I do pay for something, you know what I'm on [Chorus] [Nelly
that I was there to sing this song Chorus: It's midnight in Chelsea, midnight in Chelsea No one's asking me for favors No one's looking for a savior
