he could ever need Boris feed Let friend, spoon, friend, stone, lie Let's make/take, let's feel wanted Taken up and take 'em tall My shake, mines monkey paddle Boris knows and Boris
Look, he's crawling up my wall Black and hairy, very small Now he's up above my head Hanging by a little thread Boris the spider Boris the spider
You got me horny in the morning And you know uh oh I tried to call you but I cant find a telephone I sent a message through the internet But it rejected
[music and lyrics: Catherine Lempiere] As we raise our swords to the sky We destroy, we defy Fight to die As we rise our swords to the sky Vengeance
I'm now improved. Got my drift back. That makes your... Makes your heart attack. For what it's worth I could break you. I'd still make you want this
weapon he could ever feed Boris feed Let friend stone friend stone lie Let's make, let's feel wanted Take 'em up and take 'em down My shake, mines monkey metal Boris knows and Boris
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South of the border, down mexico way, That's where I fell in love when the stars above came out to play, And now as I wander, my thoughts ever stray,
We feed on lies while our mind fights Our times promote insecurity the modern age (of) mental instability A question of humanities morality, what is sin
October 1966] Look, he's crawling up my wall Black and hairy, very small Now he's up above my head Hanging by a little thread Boris the spider Boris
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(feat. Point Blank) [Z-Ro:] Keeping crack out my pocket, a pistol but I don't cock it All I wanna do is get paid, but the legal way I use to be selling
Listen to me, im talking to you be your own friend, and fight for yourself no one has your back, youre helpless who is willing to stand up for what
Bori, bori Samory Toubabouhou bikoh oko obi faga Bori, bori Samory Nazarou bikoh oko obi minan Bori, bori Samory Bori, bori Samory Bori, bori Samory Bori
(by Paolo Conte) Alle prese con una verde milonga Il musicista si diverte e si estenua? e mi avrai, verde milonga che sei stata scritta per me, per la
Dans un village noir de charbon Dans les ch'minees et les corons Tout p' tit il battait ses copains Il etait fier de ses deux poings Presqu' autant qu
A trop le dire le temps passe, Et Boris se sent vieux Dans l'heure qui suit son oeil tourne, Boris est tombe Mene droit chez l'herboriste, Boris a l'air