Твои розы завяли, и ты мне не позвонишь, В смс не напишешь «Спокойной ночи, малыш!» Я не знаю, чего ты от меня добивался, Наверно, врозь будет лучше –
Мама,ну что ты плачешь в самом деле? Я не стою слез не плач не надо. Наверное вы не такую дочь хотели Получилась я. Извините не специально. Прости меня
В плену немыслимых идей Теряя облик, словно тень Найду свой путь из мира грёз И растекусь рекой из слёз Когда рассвет сменяет закат Ты прячешь взгляд
She paints her fingers with a close precision He starts to notice empty bottles of gin And takes a moment to assess the sin she's paid for A lonely speaker
oh, i carry a photograph girl of the way you used to be love looking back at me, now it's just a memory you were all laughter then and you were my
Liza Radley, see the girl with long hair See her creeping 'cross summer lawns at midnight And all the people in the town where we live say She's not quite
Lisa says, on a night like this It'd be so nice, if you gave me a great big kiss And lisa says, honey, for just one little smile I'll sing and play for
Save Your Breath, I know the story I've heard it all before. Go read the letters that I wrote you They're scattered on your floor Chorus Sitting here
You bring me so much pain Things ain't the same Hate playing your games But who am I to blame you for being you and doing what you do I'd say no Merci
I can?t believe I?m falling for you, You see I?m caught up in a notion that you?ll make my soul cry Don?t lend yourself to what I said But know that
I thought I knew you better babe I thought we'd make it through But the demons that control your mind Got in the way of our love too Memories till haunt
He's Got me Going crazed Thinking about him night and day These stupid games we play making us want to walk away and now I'm sittin and trippin reflecting
Tell me am I ever gonna find my Angel this life. I've got him on my mind again, And though I search I never win. Tell me am I ever gonna find my Angel
What good is sitting alone in your room? Come hear the music play Life is a cabaret, old chum Come to the cabaret Put down the knitting, the book and
"Hey, do you know me, I'm a beggar on the street. I know I'm good for something, if only for one thing; Maybe to remind you that you have all you need
She paints her fingers with a close precision He starts to notice empty bottles of gin And takes a moment to assess the sins she's paid for A lone speaker
This is the story about Mona Lisa The Mona Lisa Ladies and gentlemen, I've got a little story to tell About Mona Lisa and how she suddenly fell See everyone
She's been around a couple years Tasted 31 flavors, there's only one She really hates, that would be vanilla bean The blandest one don't make her scream