With a little imagination I pretend Your shiny new pearl necklace was a gift from me Oh, the thought of all this glorious gift givin' is enough to make
We had a bike behind the garden shed Dust off the cobwebs And I pushed on I had to get across two major roads Yeah, that?s pretty big For a three year
piano, played by a line that the Lord only knew A tongue of an angel, floats in red wine saliva Your teeth ravel porclein, made by masters in China Your
Good again It could be good again Even better than Than it's ever been Better than Even better than It could ever be With another man I've been a fool
had a good idea on Monday, I thought that it would help me see But that would end in violence, and that's not for me I had a good idea on Monday I thought
1, 2, 1, 2, 3, GO! Neighbors stare from windows above. Oh, what do they see? Oh, what do they know? Laughs we make, make their heads ache. With nothing
Traduzione: China Crisis. Ancora una volta buona.
Traduzione: Freya. Usa The Good Cina.
, played by a line that the Lord only knew A tongue of an angel, floats in red wine saliva Your teeth ravel porclein, made by masters in China Your face
Oh there is a house in New Orleans. They call the Rising Sun. It's been the ruin of many young poor girls And God I know I'm one. My mother, she was
well in my time of dying i don't want nobody to moan all i want my friends to do come and fold my dying arms well, well, well so i can die easy
Took a walk in my neighborhood It was two in the mourning By the skytrain station The streets were full of junkies and homeless And they all wanted
Out in the trees, dirt on our knees We laid him down forever And on that hill there it was still As in the ever after He lays his rest we knew it best
Some blues are just blues, mine are the lonesome blues Some blues are just blues, mine are the lonesome blues All the birds flew south for the winter
I wish, I wish my baby was born Sittin on her mama's knee But you, poor girl are dead and gone And grass is growing over thee. Oh I'm not no saint,
sorrow for deeds that you have done with no hope for tomorrow in the setting of the sun and the oceans are howlin' for things that might have been and the last good
