Put out your hand Open up your heart How can I love you when we're so far apart And all I want is your love All I want is your love Put out your hand
done the last real life beside it's hard to see the dotted line leaves space for you to jump on the next ride if luck runs out blame this interception
Do what you like What you want tonight? Show me all your loving And I make you high Tell me what you like? Is burning in your eyes Baby, don't be shy
I want your love, I want your love I want your love, I need your loving I want your love, give me your love I want your love, I need your loving Je t
What the hell do you want from me? Why the hell did you have to leave? I gave you the best year of my miserable life Every penny I made went to making
up on San Francisco town And I mosey down to the corner of Gaide and Ashberry street And maybe if I get lucky I can bum me a bite to eat San Francisco
I guess I'm only in the way now she don't need me hanging round Oh San Francisco is a lonely town Now she's out there somewhere cross San Francisco
I want to fuck the shit out of you I want to fuck the shit out of you I want to fuck the shit out of you I want to fuck the shit out of you Please put
C'est le malaise du moment L'A©pidA©mie qui s'A©tend La fA?te est finie on descend Les pensA©es qui glaA§ent la raison PaupiA?res baissA©es, visage gris
J'ai marque d'une croix La cloture de ta cour, Je suis rentre chez moi Par la sortie d' secours. Je me suis dit tout bas: "Non, ce n'est pas mon
ville ou j'ai vu le jour Comme un voleur, ils me regardent Il n'est pas question d'amitie Leurs sourires ils se les gardent Dans cette ville ou je suis ne Ma ville
[Max B:] Boss Don Biggavel' Beanie Sigel, yeah [Chorus: Max B {Beanie Sigel}] What you want from me (what you want from me) Uh-uh-oh (uh-uh-oh) Roll
(cover del brano di William Pitt) Don't hide away. Window closed the light is on is it dusk or is it dawn? Telephone off the line You gotta try to get
Peccato che non vieni via con noi guarda il mio cane com'e triste pure lui. Sei stata il meglio dell'estate mia ed ora ognuno per la sua via. Sul letto
Es imposible pensar que quizas esta vez Sea diferente Es imposible pensar que quizas me porte mejor Como el resto de la gente Es imposible pensar que
Y los dias van pasando y yo veo que se deshace hacia donde va llegando este amor, ya no somos como antes, las mananas no son tibias, y no me haces carino
3am and eighteen years old, some town in Northern France Fifteen pounds across the sea and back We were not looking for no answers, just fun Like a
