set my soul at ease. Yes on one fine day when this world is behind me. See judgement day, gonna set this world on fire. Pile the wretched men on the
Traduzione: Beautiful Girls. Nel Giorno del Giudizio.
't me it was the garbage gryphon!) When I walk I walk alone (operator come on!), when I watch you through the phone (operator come on) and depupil these
in the streets I'm in the cut I figure, give me space, give it some time And we put me out on a highway I hitting on mine Caught a taxi to my crib, roughft
I want you, Sleeping Beauty I need you, Sleeping Beauty So come on, such a cutie I love you, Sleeping Beauty [Bridge 1: Tech N9ne & Girl] Come right
Mrs. Lovett There was a barber and his wife. And he was beautiful... A proper artist with a knife, but they transported him for life. And he was beautiful
too young, theres no way (there's no way) Not on her own (she can never make it on her own) But who cares what they say Cause no one can judge you at
! alright,take it to dem,King. Beautiful people,Kalonji love yuh(((honour thy mothers and thy fathers)))... but here's the judgement
baby you gotta go with me k? Hook I want you SLEEPING BEAUTY I need you SLEEPING BEAUTY Son of a SUCH A CUTIE I love you SLEEPING BEAUTY Come right
crowd to buy raffle tickets:] [the winner of the "beauty contest" will be the prize.] [AMERICANS] The heat is on in Saigon The girls are hotter 'n'
I don't care I'm on a roll On a wild ride cause the moon is full and look out baby - I'm at high tide. I've got a beautiful red dress and you'd look
grown, poor thing All on her own But who cares what they say 'Cause no one can judge you at all It's not who's right or who's wrong Girl, you're not
Wynn Stewart and Curtis Leach Copyright 1965 I was just a tourist out on the great white way Where lights make night as bright as day and day as dark
Always just out of reach A murder of crows judged my every footstep My bones were frozen Penniless and entirely out of breath I washed my beautiful
wealthy inside i always say girls will be boys, boys will be girls until all this confusion destroys the whole world don't hate me because i'm beautiful
truth when i'm cuttin', girls around the way say i'm cute as a button, and it's him, johnny rockwell, male model, see him next, freestylin' on the microphone or on
erases birdlight. And in this stunted eclipse I saw myself, some darkness at last tenously visible, love as the sweetest thing. Al Bowlly, Jack Buchanan, sing on, dreaming of the lamps and the beautiful
you in the streets I'm in the cut I figure, give me space, give it some time And we put me out on a highway I hitting on mine Caught a taxi to my crib