you do me a favour? Could you beat me with a toilet brush? Phyllis: Beat you with a toilet brush? Aynsley: Shhh . . . someone might hear . . . yes, beat me with a
seeing you already. Es la esperanza de tu regreso It is the hope of your return Un rayo de luz en mi soledad A ray of light in my solitude Al despertar
rides Every native hides In glee. Because the simple creatures hope he Will impale his solar topee On a tree. It seems such a shame When the English
't a hit. Maybe I'm approaching it wrong. Look at him, a musician, a natural musician. This Motorcity was a serious little boy. Liked to pull down the
of warmer lands, Passing through our hands, So we look for a storm in the sky. Oh, we look for a storm in the sky. Oh, we look for a storm in the sky
t a hit. Maybe I'm approaching it wrong. Look at him, a musician, a natural musician. This Motorcity was a serious little boy. Liked to pull down the
