So listen to me and I could list a million things I'd love to like about you But they all come down to one reason I could never live without you I
soul So completely I love the way you love me I could list a million things That I love to like about you But they all come down to one reason I could
(Eric Martin, Andre Pessis, Joey Tempest) I'd bet my soul on a roll of a dice I hit the ground runnin' And I never think twice I'd brave the heat of
terrazzo punto un lanciafiamme sulla mia famiglia e la ammazzo cosi voglio vedere quando vado all?inferno se il demonio c?ha la faccia di Erica o del
you, buddy! You're over! you're trough! BILL CASEY! You're dead! (I mean that . . . ) BUSH! You're still a wimp - I'm sorry - You're history! DEAVER
I'm a couple bands down and I'm tryna get back I gave doug a grip, I lost a flip for five stacks Yeah, I'm talking five comma six zeroes dot zero, bigger
to this paper I'm a couple bands down and I'm tryin' to get back I gave the other grip, I lost a flip for five stacks Yeah I'm talkin' five comma Six
to this paper I'm a couple bands down and I'm tryna get back I gave Doug a grip, I lost a flip for five stacks Yeah, I'm talking five comma six zeroes
get back to this paper I'm a couple bands down and I'm tryin' to get back I gave Doug a grip, I lost a flip for five stacks Yeah I'm talkin' five comma
team and I'll get mine We can sip up on this wine, smoke some weed and get so high I'd be lyin, if I said I wasnt attracted by yo biddies Lustin for them
Music: Rudolf Schenker, Eric Bazilian Lyrics: Klaus Meine, Eric Bazilian Good times bad times Bad times good times We were twisting Chubby Checker
know who I am, Jones, the struggle New York's mine [Jim Jones:] Can it be it was all so simple Imagine me in the Porsche, when I spin thorugh I lost
key i aint wat u want so quit lyin to me see i was born by myself imma die by myself and when i smoke my purple im gon get high by myself and if aint
back to this paper I'm a couple bands down, and I'm tryin' to get back I gave the other grip, I lost a flip for five stacks Yeah I'm talkin' five comma
key I ain't wat you want so quit lyin' to me See I was born by myself, Imma die by myself And when I smoke my purple I'm gon' get high by myself And
get back to this paper I?m a couple bands down and I?m tryna get back I gave Doug a grip, I lost a flip for five stacks Yeah, I?m talking five comma six
I brought an' I brought an' I brought dreams Dreams, dreams an' I brought you all my dreams 'Cause I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you I woke