The city is your club
I had to aim low Under the sun she was I never tried I had to aim low Under the rain she was I never tried I had to aim low Under my skin she was but
the crowd Talking loud to everyone ?Tell me who I am? You?re not won Walking down the underground Running after your own dawn ?Is this a real way out
ago a day of Spring you won?t forget another tear can go by, anyway is all so far, Lord. Now see her, lover, lose her pride and everything is running wild a
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Dream an answer all day It?s gonna keep me from pain Wild heat all around I don?t look the same Beat on wood, fly, Ride and dream again An invitation
Aynsley: Say, could you do me a favour? Could you beat me with a toilet brush? Phyllis: Beat you with a toilet brush? Aynsley: Shhh . . . someone might
you do me a favour? Could you beat me with a toilet brush? Phyllis: Beat you with a toilet brush? Aynsley: Shhh . . . someone might hear . . . yes, beat me with a
. . . Aynsley: Say, could you do me a favour? Could you beat me with a toilet brush? Phyllis: Beat you with a toilet brush? Aynsley: Shhh . . . someone