Translation: Ludwig Van Beethoven. Mailied.
need you email me love mail we don't use no word no when i need to hear your voice Baby may your kisses chill me send your flowers near to me, Love Mail
You'll walk unscathed through musket fire No ploughman's blade will cut thee down No cutless wound will mark thy face And you will be my ain true love
Shawty had them Apple Bottom jeans, jeans Boots with the fur, with the fur The whole club was lookin? at her She hit the flo?, she hit the flo? Next thing
Blue, songs are like tattoos You know I've been to sea before Crown and anchor me or let me sail away Hey blue, there is a song for you Ink on a pin
Rows and flows of angel hair And ice cream castles in the air and feather canyons everywhere I've looked at clouds that way But now they only block the
Baby mine, don't you cry Baby mine, dry your eyes Rest your head close to my heart Never to part, baby of mine Little one when you play Don't you mind
you sign on the dotted line I'm gonna make your dreams come true The check's in the mail, would I lie to you? Oh, trust me! The check's in the mail,
my little sisters face put your signature any place and please send me a bio Cause we've got fan mail we really really read it Fan Mail we really really
Lip read, a mountain stream, fibers in the car Shut down, a cheerless a town, a head rolls in the park Once seen my libertine undresses in the dark She
WIR SIND 20.000 MEILEN ÜBER DEM MEER SÖHNE SOWEIT DAS AUGE SIEHT LAß UNS GROß WERDEN WIE EIN HEER SEHT GUT ZU, WIE UNS GESCHIEHT
way Watch her fly look at her sail let her by by by the fireball mail Let her by by by the fireball mail let her by by by the fireball mail
I'm in the club Kush got it burnin' up I'm poppin' bottles 'n I'm fuckin' up the furniture I'm in the club DJ gon turn it up Got a flock of models 'N
Pushed in the game at a young age Feel me touch me as I turn the page A little past ten, roughly about Eleven years old dropped in the good location
Ah is a, ah is a, should I save her? I want to be saved Ah is a, ah is a, should I save her? I want to be saved Ah is a, ah is a, should I save her?
Where's the party at? Forget it man, I can't lie I'm drunk as a skunk but I'm nothin' funk I shoots the game, the gift I spit The gift of gab boy, the
rabbit tryin to touch the fuckin moon Hm-hm Mail man needs money, man F-l-a-m-b-o-y-a-n-t in this muthafucka Hm-hm, the mail man Ass-out jungle