Do you ever wonder what it would be like To stick around long enough for me to be polite? I swear I am a gentleman, I swear this is true But you don't
Traduzione: Tra gli alberi. Gentiluomo.
Well my heart's in the Highlands gentle and fair Honeysuckle blooming in the wildwood air Bluebelles blazing, where the Aberdeen waters flow Well my
s sunflowers radiate from the walls, Yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people. Why is it that the kind and gentle are subjected
She was the prom queen, the world was hers With a wave of her hand, whispered words Hearts broken by her abilities Addicted to the sweetness of a gentle
of wire And a little pot of glue O Mamma O Mamma He sawed at the wood with half a heart And glued it top to bottom He strung a wire in between He was
up a gentleman caller's left hand. They don't stand in for love but they symbolize aptly. Grab a handful of blossoms as I pass by the crab tree, hand
rapture was described A freezing night in egypt when the first born died Your body was desserted until the wind was applied Would of blew the apple off the tree
poor wretch died with a book on her knee Chrissy kiss the corpse Chrissy kiss the corpse David drew a mustache under her nose Nick put a burning match between
Spanish, with Wyclef responses] Soy una mujer, sincera (I am a sincere woman) Do you speak English? De donde crecen las palmas (From where the palm tree
Well, my heart's in the highlands, gentle and fair Honey suckle bloomin' in the wildwood air Bluebells blazin' where the Aberdeen waters flow Well, my
of wire And a little pot of glue Oh mama, oh mama He sawed at the wood with half a heart And glued it top to bottom He strung a wire in between He was
between our lips And the lies we thoughtlessly wove I knew your essence once At our time when the sunset and I touched you In the slanting room, just south of the past Between
cow for me Amethyst galleon, out on the rolling sea Gentle as lightning, easily Take me to the root of the world tree Amethyst galleon, out on the rolling
the walls, Yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people. Why is it that the kind and gentle are subjected to violence and riducule
was the prom queen, the world was hers With a wave of her hand, whispered words Hearts broken by her abilities Addicted to the sweetness of a gentle
and smiled back at her in greeting, fighting for control The gentleness between the one-legged man and his monstrous wife Almost too much for me Is gentleness too much for us Should gentleness
