It's hard to be a snail who wants to hit the trail but when your house is on your tail it's hard to see! he hides from people, too as snails will
A l'enterrement d'une feuille morte Deux escargots s'en vont Ils ont la coquille noire Du crepe autour des cornes Ils s'en vont dans le soir Un
(Lento, baboso, cornudo y lleno de vueltas) caracol, lo llamaban, caracol, lo apodaban, caracol, le decian, los amigos del lugar . Caracol, lo apodaban
J?ai entendu les mots Mais j?ai perdu la voix J?ai tout mis dans mon sac a dos Et j?ai trace tout droit Mefie toi l?escargot J?en ai connu des
La limace C'est vorace C'est coriace Mais aussi C'est cocasse Ca s'efface Quand on passe C'est poli Ca vous trace Des rosaces Pleine de grace C'est joli
It was time for Quidditch Practice Slytherin was on the pitch But then the Weasley raised his wand (What happened?) Draco forgot about the Snitch (Are
Lying in bed one summer's night Everything wasn't alright Something started crawling on me A S-L-U-G I saw her walking in the woods last night And I
Sl-sl-slugs, sl-sl-slugs Sl-sl-slugs, sl-sl-slugs Sl-sl-slugs, sl-sl-slugs Sl-sl-slugs, sl-sl-slugs Sl-sl-slugs, sl-sl-slugs [CHORUS x3] Them nigga
All your seven dreams Look close, son, and you'll believe As your things come undone See you are the only one Flower, seize the hour I did I wait Waiting
I'd like to give a special shout out to that pluctuating list of names who've either taken the time to look me in the eye or taken the time stab me in
Wh... what do you mean what was my childhood like? What difference does that make? My childhood was messed up, so what? Everybody's childhood is messed
Hoes and tramps buts and sluts bitches tricks tits and butts [Verse 1:] Bitches be dreamin for this eight inch demon and when you hear me screamin,
[Verse 1] I want to follow the foot prints across my lover's stomach I want to call out her name before I plummet I wish I had a map of the terrain,
went from the papermate to the spray paint and all the way back to the papermate run through the fate, excuse me went from the papermate to the spray
Lying in bed one summer's night Everything wasn't alright Something started crawling on me A S-L-L-U-G I saw her walking in the woods last night And
I've learned a few things in my life about snails They don't care for salt and they leave icky trails It's pretty darn hard to tell one from the udder
the toothless kiss of skeletons and the summer hail I'm the king of nails I drink my liquor from the palm of a child who spoke in tongues and smelled
Voiceover: "Here's a little number I thought you should know. It has snails in it so it goes kind of slow. It's called 'Six.'" 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 snails