by andy summers I likes to eat my friends And make no bones about it I likes to eat my friends I couldn't do without it Ain't a man or poet, friend
Traduzione: Pungiglione. Amici.
© Bob McDill Universal Polygram International Publishing Inc. I?ve been lonesome and I?ve been empty I got an achin?, way down inside I need someone
we could refuse to try But we made it through in the dark night Would those lucky guys turn out to be But that unusual blend of my funny friend and me
skins Skim the cream but it seems you still rise For some who lives more, now life lifesize All are lepers in my swingdom Groups and troops get friends
kid What I live I write shit Still spit preciseness I'll king your Isis Sting your spine with My embedded pen Seven headed gem Go and tell a friend Pyramid
burns like a scarlet letter just home to a little more shame but if you train your breath to inherit my name not every exhale would sting the same would sting
he put the cabash on any foes whatsoever like original brodel Trevor positive vibe merchant grandson of Lord Buckley Scotch Ralston shows up if you're lucky Ad Raspler the Sweed, a friend
When I was a boy I never played with toys Never had a friend Never laughed or cried much And when I was a boy My father was a man With a strict and sturdy
little bit funny how a thing like that Could travel from one mouth in through another and the next thing you know you gotta hear it from your brother and The words they sting
Young red bird theyre just natural feelings i cant keep from changing my brains bending my wants with my rights are my friends still half right and should
Pressure on my back and I must respond Say the word and I'll be gone I'm gone I say attack while the world is trembling Then get criticized cause we felt the sting
you fi no want di hottie hottie dem a bembe Listen to me keenly and you betta comprehende Weddy and passa passa Wednesday Mi no waa see you and you friend
comes equipped with a sting Once again I'm picked for the wrong fucking scene (fucking scene) [Slug] Now I'm sleeping on floors of temporary friends
you go causing waves again Did you taken it upon yourself to disrupt their whole scene? So picture perfect and squeaky clean I for one embrace the sting
pay, it's bills that she gotta pay So married or single, watch out for Jackie when you jingle She might sting you, and ain't no tellin' what that stinga
get done Dunn, come get it son, whassup little one Yo step in the square right here to get done [B Stone] After we shake hands, we're no longer friends
