home, call it homework. I got paper in my backpack, I know you smell me, Ia??m the s*** like an ex-lax. *Diarrhea Dwayne, Bust your f****** head, souvenir
the arms of satan, congregatin' Conversatin', trying to map ways of escaping It's truth or dare, only the chosen move sincere Keep the youth aware, pass on jewels and souvenirs
step up! Yeah! Inna higher gear Dem love di clothes dat I wear I swear Share it pon di song it a fi just souvenir It's not di turtle it's not di hare
suitcase in the back (Whoa, whoa) Done gassed up the Pontiac (Whoa, whoa) Blastin' out to Johnny Cash Headin' for the highway Baby we ain't ever comin' back It's four
By dean friedman I was only four when my father left home. Little baby sister, mama and me. They were only children when they got married. How they
Then I needed to feel you near me You said, "Don't have the time" The cowboys at the rodeo The rhine-stones on that romeo Your theme tune on the radio Souvenirs
WOULDN??µ NOTICE ANYWAY WE???L FAN IT WHILE IT??' BURNING THEN LOOK FOR SOPMEONE ELSE TO BLAME WE???L TAKE WHAT??' LEFT AND WE???L SELL IT AS LITTLE SOUVENIRS
in the nighttime Run up to the radio, calling out to the wind Now, bring it, bring it back at least an hour before flight time It was a souvenir, but
used, just like new, Such romantic illusions And they're all about you. I'd sell them all for a penny, They make pretty souvenirs. Take my lovely illusions
, and Statesmen of near and far. Kings of the Bar! Barflies on bended knees, we're alcoholic royalty. Alongside Cliffy, Norm and Coach. Inside there four
of you I've got more heads in the hood than Pagan rituals A new tyrannical force for you to fear Known to kill and keep human ears as souvenirs A shape
cheveux deracines par les n?uds. Javeline est fille eternelle. Ma maitresse rythme la prophylaxie de mon cerveau de miel. Cuivre ma peau et cendre mes nuits en four
asleep last night with the TV on -- Oh, what a dream I had. Dreamed I went and answered ev'ry single One of those late night mail order ads. Then four
de la vieille France Nous tous on en bavait Y nous disait les mecs ouvrez vos escalopes Je vais vous deculotter d'un petit coup mes souvenirs Du temps
vais t?epargner en m?engageant au front j?voulais tourne la page avant qu?on m?retrouve contourne, du Rwanda au proche orient j?me suis inspire l?etat four