out the flame (She blew out the flame) A means to an end (A means to an end) Can't even be friends, it's a song about a friend She's still in my dreams
the flame) A means to an end (A means to an end) Can't even be friends, it's a song about a friend She's still in my dreams (She steals all my dreams)
Traduzione: Atmosfera. A Song About A Friend.
a color TV, so I can see The Clippers play basketball; hear me talk about checkbooks, credit cards, mo' money than a sucker, could ever spend But I wouldn't give a sucker or a
Kaopectate And then you call your friend a two weeks later To see how he has been And he says I understand about the food, Baby Bubba But we're still friends A wit a
die for nothin' cuz we're finally free I'm so happy Meant I'd be spoiled rotten A fin here a fin there but receipts please For my feet I need... a new
dont say a word until i'm through now there's a time to laugh a time to cry a time to live and a time to die a time to break and a time to chill to
Fly like a dove, that come from up above My nigga's Iron Lung but you can stay one love It's just a one two three a three a two one Throw your blunts
friends and even foes Each and every one of those, let em know I shine a globe, even in the dark, stay smart Stay sharp, as a harp played by a musician
think I had a pretty good life here, just plugging into my machine for the day, then watching Templevision or reading a Temple Paper in the evening. "My friend
't say a word until I'm through Now there's a time to laugh a time to cry A time to live and a time to die A time to break and a time to chill To act
close personal friend Paula Abdul Who, like me, was a geek back in high school. Oh, I'm sorry, but that's not what this song is about. At least it wasn
dancing Like my close personal friend Paula Abdul Who, like me, was a geek back in high school Oh, I'm sorry, but that's not what this song is about
go home now and start a new life wish I could protect the kids I guess safety's a hit or miss with a prior convicted sex-offense against a 4 year old
's a classic verse Couldn't even make out a fraction of them words Minnesota, too nice for its own good Half of y'all should still have a cold foot Order me a
the walk by kicking sand in the dirt A friend to the strangers, a stranger to friends He'll take a coffee and a pack of cigarettes when you have a minute
start a friendship I need to start writing pieces about other people's problems 'Cause strangers are starting to get worried I'm in a hurry to try to slow the system down a
