voice inside That you tried to hide No one can save you but you [Chorus] China girl Hope you find your way home Cos my heart is beating Waiting for your safe return China
I'll be allright - c'mon (That'll be good) c'mon Sweet china lady Don't bring me down no no no Sweet china lady It's time tonight, I want you Sweet china
saber porque me quedo viendo el sol caer otra vez el dia termino manana sera un dia igual: un domingo con periodicos normal. No conectaba con tanta comida china
I'm a kid in a candy store I'm a bull in a china shop I'm a tired old metaphor For everything you can't afford And everything you can't afford to be
now. Sit tight and I'll make you proud. My little china white where are you tonight comfort me just pretend. My little china white don't make me fight
a fighter she's a red hot bit You take her as you find her but you never can quit She's a pretty little lady called China Belle She's a Little Bit o'
[Suede] Yo, Yo, Yo, Yo, Yo Asian off the sky dive Blend the seven whirlpools Cambodian blow fly Slip into this night ooze Two pleasures amize a visa
china pig His tail curled five times in uh circle round It's glazed He's got uh slot in his back flowers grow My china pig be uh quite uh show I don't wanna kill my china
because I'll never be back hoping to find that I'm one of a kind willing to settle for some piece of mind I'm going to sail to china or move to carolina
malos, no le, no le falta la china. No es mucho pedir, ver a mi gente reir, a veces cuesta vivir, la hierba nos hace seguir, por eso ... Tengo china
No le falta la china .... Tengo china,tengo rama, mucha rabia para el que rompa mi calma, no se quien se quien se llevara mi alma, pero vaya donde vaya
(Originally by He Is Legend) It's getting late I'm coming home I picked this rose for you I've been away search for oceans With time to kill You better
Well, my senses are sharpened I'm half in the bag I got a Cheshire smile and A five cent rag. Day of the jackalope Abandon all ye faithful Abandon
Oh that Appalachian Way runs from Georgia clear up to Maine. Oh that Carolina sand runs from Kill Devil Hills out to cold Greenland. Lord, Lord, Lord
Organ grinder's henchmen shaking their coins in time- "Guild of Mute Assassins will convene at a quarter to nine." Behind the court house atop a scaffold
Under dogwood blooms Miss widow on her loom Eating peaches & cream Observer hums a haunting melody You've got an easy breezy wind at your back Most
Oh, I seen him walkin' On down that road He got a broken push cart With a heavy load Oh, Lord have mercy Upon my wicked soul Ah, he looked right at me
They landed in Manhattan With rifles and hatchets Stinking like the living dead Eatin' local fauna Like there wasn't a tomorrow As they fed how it bled
