Chan-son egocentrique self centred song Chan-son egocentrique self centred song Mi dice sui seni nudi muoio d'amore Quando vedrai la mia ragazza dille che io l'amo Chan
amore. Quando vedrai la mia ragazza dille che io l'amo. Chan-son egocentrique self centred song. Chan-son egocentrique self centred song. Chan-son egocentrique self centred song. Chan
Me si imposible ser adulto, tras el arbusto ,con un lactante miro con deseo tu busto, como Cesar Augusto ,conquisto por gusto a lo Don Juan obedescan
tengo Yo no lo puedo negar Se me sale la babita Yo no lo puedo evitar Cuando Juanica y Chan Chan En el mar cernian arena Como sacudia el \'jibe\' A Chan Chan
Politickin with Chan,' For each additional fan grippin ya hand There's a dick in ya fam, despicable quicksand Maneuver of an envious man, sayin "Fuck Chan
Fu I'm not afraid to use it on you I'm gonna whoop your ass 'cuz I can fight like Jackie Chan Oh Yeah Gonna fight fight fight fight fight Like Jackie Chan
(feat. Dntel) It was familiar to me, the smoke too thick to breathe. The tile floors glistened, as I slowly stirred my drink. And when you started
the dark I with me do you smile for arabian style I like hit Miami Beach boys children with toys across the universe. Chan-son egocentrique self centred song Chan
Park, mi vida a oscuras, se murio conmigo. Tu sonries al estilo arabe, me gusta. Miami Beach Boys de ninos con juguetes cruzando el universo. Chan
on my mind you'd be so jealous 'cause i am with this guy you'd be so jealous 'cause he can kick real high i asked his name and he said he's jackie chan
go to any more punk shows And hang right afterwards Days have passed and i'm so blue and sad This boy had drop kicked me and he was pretty rad His name was Jackie Chan
I Whenever I see girls and boys selling lanterns on the streets I remember the Child in the manger as He sleeps Wherever there are people giving gifts
It was familiar to me the smoke too thick to breathe the tile floors glistened i slowly stirred my drink and when you started to sing you spoke with
By the left, quick march, Crua chan! It was seven hundred and forty-five, the highland spirit had revived, Mac Dougall and Mac Donald there, the clans
o sukutte iremashita Akai posuto shiroi fuutou Tori no kitte ------------------------------------------- A letter from gin-no-jou-kun To yuri-chan But gin-chan
By the left, quick march, Crua Chan!!! It was 1745 The Highland spirit has revived Mc Dougall here and McDonald there The clans had come from everywhere
