I came to know the way Your yearning eyes look at me Oh darlin', I know what we feel is wrong Our desire to be together baby Makes it hard to leave each
Why, oh, why do you treat me like you do? When you know deep down In your heart, baby, that I still love you And baby, if you still wanna go There ain
It's a heart breaking situation I can almost feel the pain When my loves starts to crumble in Puts a woman under strain That's what I get for falling
Well I'm tired and confused The way you treat me I feel so abused I can't let go and you can't be true What's a girl to do with a man like you? You stay
Traduzione: Marcia Ball. Un altro uomo donna.
[Carlos de C.] Salieron del gran mogollon iluminados por el rock Huyen del paro y del smog Corren hacia el gran pabellon Vuelven a ser las horas de
[Phase Fate:] Used to be a gun-slinger What happened to that? Used to shoot from the hip At your bullshit lip Used to split heads Now I splice genes
My roommate?s gun got nine bullets in it Nine bullets in my roommate?s gun My roommate?s gun got nine bullets in it Gonna find a use for every last one
I can see myself, vulnerable, innocent, just what you were looking for. You set the stage for what is my life and I've played it back a million times
Je mets sur ton repondeur Les paroles de la chanson Que j?ecris pour toi J?t?envoie sur un ton reveur Une simple invitation A danser ce soir Y?a trop
Harry, I know that you never really knew your father He was taken from all of us way too soon He was strong and good, and he was an amazing seeker And
Danser (x2) Et je veux danser Je ne veux pas savoir ton nom Non, non, non Je veux ecouter le son Oh, oh, oh Je ne veux pas faire de photo, Non, non
I changed my name in search of fame To find the midas touch Oh I wish i'd never wanted then What I want now twice as much We crossed the mighty oceans
[Intro] yo Benvenuti nel ventunesimo secolo figli di puttana hem, questo e mondo marcio yeah sabato sera marci, sabato sera Lasciate giu i vostri drink
My good friend is a half-breed, a mut all jokes aside He picked a neighbor?s roses and for that they?ll have his hide The got him in a jail cell and
You gonna look fine Be primed for dancing You're gonna trip and glide All on the trembling plane Your diamond hands Will be stacked with roses
ball D..........................................em.. Oh baby don't you know my head it feels so slow .................c... c/b/bb/a Won't it bust my ball
