'm quite Christian To what extent would I go for ice wristes Chain necklaces and overzealous bitches Excuse my tone, yes I know the difference in a Woman for self and a jazze
There was a sad gypsy clown who could make you cry With a lick of guitar and a Spanish Fly And every night was a wild thing awaiting To fill the world
the radio Living to play, you know Down on jazz street (meet me down on jazz street, yeah) This ain't your hollywood They really do it good Down on jazz street Down on jazz
paris scene Rain falls down in sheets so clear And no one ever calls me hear Travelin' by myself these days I'm into jazz and felt berets Far from that
means In that crazy Paris scene Rain falls down in sheets so clear No one ever calls me here Traveling by my self these days I'm into jazz and felt berets
soiree 10 000 ans qu?on court impossible d?nous trouver Gypsie run away G-g-gypsie run away Tu sais qu? j?aime jouer des jeux so essaie d?nous catcher Gypsie run away G-g-gypsie
I'm quite Christian To what extent would I go for ice wristes Chain necklaces and overzealous bitches Excuse my tone, yes I know the difference in a Woman for self and a jazze
