If your toast gets stuck in the toaster Do not put a fork in the toaster while it is hooked up, or look out I did and I got caught in the current Pulled
When you start your journey, you go and meet your driver You shake his hand, and hope he's feeling well The things to come may be somewhat unfamiliar
I was walking through the country And passing through lovely scenery When I came upon some rotting remains And though the carcass was wormy Well, after
I threw out a stupid common paperweight And it went out into the country To a place where other solid objects lie around Well, it's quite hard, and so
When we met, it was in the hot green jungle Your perfect flesh impervious to anything fungal You would sweat coconut milk and I'd lie awake, restless
Although you think me cold and slimy I've got a nice home I've tasted your best guacamole And siesta'd at noon in the cool of the soil A worm's life
Now that I've used up all my ideas Here in my little house by the sea I search for a usable memory but none comes to me In grade one, my teacher could
I'm a dog, and I can smell your smell right through your clothes And I espouse some views that you yourself just might not hold Sometimes I am given
Long ago, a woman prayed that her suitors be Repelled so she might serve God, be His only God heard her prayers floating up and his heart was cheered
I sit and concentrate, and try hard not to hate my enemies I try to picture them dressed up as furry little bunnies But when I look into their glass
I sit each morning Look at my empty notebook The room is quiet The air conditioning sounds like rain falling Manic-depressive composer Robert Schumann
more I don't want to be your mother; won't be shoved in a drawer cause every woman's a Madonna, every woman's a whore Every woman's a Madonna; every
dico solo una volta: TORNA ok, se lo vuoi te lo dico due: TORNA te lo dico tre, ti prego TORNA per te mando sms alla Madonna E successo un pasticcio
inside her She's just wants to save my soul, my soul She's the leader of her own world order She's a legend in my own mind She's the goddess of here own religion My Madonna
Here and now, We are alone, Time she will hold her breath, Only the worms and angels, Know our names, But they have not found us, Although they surround
the land Well don't you try to stop me I'm going her way And that's the way I'm sure she had it planned Well that's my Rock-and-roll Madonna She's always
Dove porti i segni delle tue ferite Dove la corona e le sue spine Dove ti nascondi Dopo avere perso A chi paghi il prezzo di ogni eccesso Quale dei tuoi
Ti sento respirare nelle nostre schiene E' cosi naturale Toccare le sue dita Riprendermi da un sonno e dal suo torrore L'immaggine riflessa e la peggiore