No somos tan guapas ni tan listas ni tan mayores ni tan raras. Y nos gusta lo mismo que a ti. Estamos aqui. Estamos aqui. Si hay algo de que hablar,
cabeza negra, cabeza negra. (x4) tienes una cara tienes una cara antigua. nunca en mi vida nunca en mi vida habia visto un pelo como el tuyo. tienes que
Hoy toca Raimundo en el cierre de fiesta por eso estan llenos de gitanas guapas los bancos de hierro en los coches de choque junto a la caseta, detras
: Hoy toca Raimundo en el cierre de fiesta por eso estan llenos de gitanas guapas los bancos de hierro en los coches de choque junto a la caseta, detras
botella tomando y tomando los dias de la semana son todos iguales te extrano por las noches, mananas y tardes Desde que tu te fuiste soy perro de feria
creer, que aqui donde da vuelta la historia, aqui es donde comienza la gloria, vamos a ver. Me haces feliz, feliz, feliz, Feliz como un domingo de feria
la gloire, les bravos les victoires Et tous ceux qui criaient Ole?Ole?Ole?Ole Oh oh oh ?La feria Oh oh oh ?La feria Le dernier jour de la feria La vie
Greta's cedar hope chest is full of pamphlets glass shelves of romantic vignettes a journal laced with sedimentary prose norma gathers and collects
Greta's cedar hope chest Is full of pamphlets Glass shelves of romantic vignettes A journal laced with sedimentary prose Norma gathers and collects
Ladies and gentlemen This is a jazzy fizzly productizzly Mah nizzle (ha) Outlawz, outlawz 2Pac, Makaveli, still breathing Yeah... [Verse 1: Tupac
[Intro: Mya] Nooooo, nooooooo... [Verse One: 2Pac] Picture of perfection, the object of a nigga affection Partners in passionate sex, a place
I was a superstar at everything, And one by one I gave up all the rest, I made a dream or two at best, And then I broke one bone and bruised the rest
kissing you winter evening I don't have the strength to say goodbye, sat around and drank all day, knowing that tomorrow I'll be gone, and I'm so in
It's a small town built on novel objections, And white local papers with only corrections, There's grease on the collars and ties, And a life conceived
the weight of the past is cloudy as if it's been raining, and this sunny city life is held in empty hands, the pacific is looking so wonderful tonight
And I'll hide under the covers, Until this winter's over, And I won't see the sun, And I won't watch the rain, And I won't count my blessings for my