him, Rocca haunts policemen with a rubber banana, He's organisin' the flock and bringin' crates of beer His lady's reprimandin' him, no, no, no, Rocca
Trovo interessanti certe riflessioni che fai E certi atteggiamenti che hai Come ti accarezzi sul collo Molto stuzzicante Trovo interessanti certi tatuaggi
All i have's this journal that i write sketches of a 20-something life glory pieces shining on a page boxing night of disappointing rage legends never
Make a friend of who you are things so everlasting take you far try and get away a reason to give up to you a love i never understood and now 2 years
It's too late, the sky's performing we must have missed our warning sign that day there's so much that we've no longer got as my eyes move down across
You keep one talking bout these winter blues All across the lowlands People getting used to the walking in the daytime While the little men go choose
I wish I was still dreaming Hours before we met Then I'd get away with how I'm feeling I wish you'd never come back 'Cause everyone's the same Joining
Did I say a little too much Did I make a little bit up I did I did Did you turn away in doubt eat the food that they left out I did I did Only for
What ever happened to the promises you made Those little notions of your breakthrough day My one mistake was in making some room Leaving doors unlocked
She belongs somewhere else, away from my side so run with what you got, and chase with what you need i believe the faithful fell, didn't know their way
Does it matter that my eyes do go speech may slow, speech may slow Does it matter that my late night call came at all, came at all Does it matter that
Well I wrote a story Got put in the paper About all the bridges I'd burned For the last part I lied But you know it don't matter Cause I'll print anything
Write a song, know it Overkill just a bit Easy does it Good and hard just may hit Oh you see this working You and me been hurting All this time we're
, Rocca haunts policemen with a rubber banana, He's organisin' the flock and bringin' crates of beer His lady's reprimandin' him, no, no, no, Rocca got
Rick James - Superfreak She's a very kinky girl The kind you don't take home to mother She will never let your spirits down Once you get her off the
