翻訳: グループソーサリー. パーフェクトラブ.
翻訳: レオナルド. 進.
I put a spell on you because you're mine You'd better stop the things that you do I ain't lyin', no I ain't lyin', yeah I just can't stand it, baby For
You got that far away look in your eyes But are you looking at me or at some other guy? Who's got you hypnotized, got you mesmerized Keep you tranquilized
There is something out there waiting for me With an evil glow There is something out there that will Never let me go Twisting, turning I'm looking out
You know she only plays beneath the night of day Weaving her deadly web of lies to tempt her pray Her deadly poison rots the reason in your mind You contribute
stop I'm drunk but I'm off my knees the police stopped chasing I'm her new cool meat she pops the trunk and she removes me and a machine that takes
When you hear me calling your name in the night Do you run to your window thinking a coyote might Be howling When you hear me knocking at your door again
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From the time we are born we see we must die Some fear the coming day praying to their deity Some have philosophy, follow a path they've chose Others
Voy a contarte una historia real Solo dire la verdad Brujas y brujos a tu lado estan Son los que hacen el mal Yo los vi cuando atacaron mi hogar Con
I put a spell on you 'Cause you're mine You better stop the things you do I ain't lyin', no, I ain't lyin' You know I can't stand it Your runnin' around
Once You Want To Learn, From The Seas of Ideas. Once You Wanted To See,, Through The Walls of Values. Once You Wanted To Run, Inside The Labyrinth of
I remember not to long ago - when I wasn't sure and did'nt know - dreaming bout the moment I'd be on the radio There were many nights I shed my tears
I put a spell on you 'Cause you're mine Put a spell on you Because you're mine Because you're mine I put a spell on you Because you're mine Because you
She?s surfed along the moonlit mile She?s flashed so many sunshine smiles She?s learnt the meaning of beguile She?ll teach you plenty in a while She is
Hort von den sieben Vaganten Die ihr Gluck in der Holle fanden Behangen mit Fetzen und Schellen Die so laut wie Hunde bellen Ihr Lachen ist Sturm und
