Le teckel a sa memere Il s'en va clopin-clopant En remuant son derriere C'est un teckel trottinant Il vit dans un bel appartement Tout plein de joujoux
A la campagne, a la ville Ils se rendent tres utiles Chacun sa specialite A chaque chien son metier {Refrain:} Au boulot les toutous, les chiens, les
Tout doux, frises, mignons Les westies, les bichons Ces toutous de salon Sont nos copains calins (nos copains calins) Couches dans les coussins Du soir
i thought you would be, insane at twenty-three. now, i'm that weirdo screaming on the train. you're setting fires inside my head. i'd like to believe
Vestiu uma camisa listrada, E saiu por ai, Em vez de tomar cha com torrada, Ele tomou Parati, Levava um canivete no cinto, E um pandeiro na mao, E sorria
Je me suis leve matin Plus matin que l'aurore Pour aller voir ma mie que j'aimais tant Depuis l'age de dix-sept ans En arrivant la porte Trois petits
There's a rip in the elbow of the left sleeve And one button doesn't match You sewed that one on yourself And at the time it made me laugh It's frayed
[Chorus: City Boy] In my Hollister shirt, In my Hollister shirt In my Hollister shirt, In my Hollister shirt In my Hollister shirt, In my Hollister shirt
She said that I think that it's respectable you never gave up I just laughed and said some people just don't know when to shut up Sometimes hard luck
When I'm back from the road then you're out on it and i'm tired of this distance and I believe it's over, it's over-rated. And this phone tag game is
I don't think God's broke So I don't give a shit. You're paying through your teeth Don't think you're getting it. Put your money where your mouth is
Just another Sunday evening gathering with my friends Like a movie scene the record screeched Mesmerized, catching flies stuck in a dream Who's that
There's a smart young woman on a light blue screen Who comes into my house every night. And she takes all the red, yellow, orange and green And she turns
You said I've been cheese again, about the last joke I made, but if that makes you happy, I'll do it again for you..... and if that makes you think of
Quando la luna arriva a Genova e la mia lettera da te li sara quasi estate mentre qui l'inverno arrivera e con l'inverno un'altro anno passera. A Torino
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Que perigo! Mas nao ligo O meu pedaco me domina, me fascina, Ele e o tal Por isso, nao levo a mal Pegou a camisa, a camisa amarela Botou fogo nela Gosto