Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh This is mattress music Hey, yeah Oh, la, la, la, na, na, na Now I'mma give it to you, baby, just the way you like it, aye And I can
Ich hab ihr einen Kuss gestohlen sie wollte sich ihn wiederholen ich hab sie nicht mehr losgelassen verschmolzen so zu einer Masse so ist es mir nur allzurecht
Getadelt wird wer schmerzen kennt Vom Feuer das die Haut verbrennt Ich werf ein Licht In mein Gesicht Ein heisser Schrei Feuer frei!
Put a little swag in your sex Swag Swag in your sex And that's how you keep her from becoming your ex Put a little swag in your sex Swag Swag in your
For everyone I loved and every road I've known For all the trash I won I celebrate... alone Sit up straight, stupid, bite your tongue The best that I
No I would not give you false hope On this strange and mournful day But the mother and child reunion Is only a motion away Oh, little darling of mine
A long time ago, yeah before you was born dude When I was still single and life was great I held this job as a traveling salesman That kept me moving
There was a time I was happy in my life There was a time I believed I'd live forever There was a time that I prayed to Jesus Christ There was a time I
Mother, mother, how's the family? I'm just calling to say hello How's the weather? How's my father? Am I lonely? Heavens know Mother mother are ya listening
Songs my mother taught me In the days long vanish'd Seldom from her eyelids Were the teardrops banish'd Now I teach my children Each melodious measure
I jumped up, got my coat and walked right out of the door Because she got a little bit crazy I don't want no deranged lady That'll have a nigga sleepin
Artist: Scarface f/ Devin the Dude, Tela Typed by: escobar188@yahoo.com Raggedy-ass bitches That bitch ain't no good [ VERSE 1: Scarface ] Look at
Eric Clapton: Holy Mother, where are you? Tonight I feel broken in two. I've seen the stars fall from the sky. Holy mother, can't keep from crying. Oh
Got my mother's eyes and my father's hair Does anybody really care? It's gettin' cold out here Well, I keep walkin' with my head held high With my head
Alberta nichols / mann holiner You don't have to have a hanker To be a broker or a banker No siree, just simply be My mother's son-in-law. Needn't even
Then go back Head there Decide I cooked a [unverified] right down I tell you children I can lay right down I say parking tickets you're crazy, I don'
You think you'll come over I'll give you my number You lover supporter then give me your mother You come take me home and take me to your doctor You think
Don't act like you can't act I know what you think you're doing You better learn to shake hands And treat me like your mother Don't act like you can'
