My naked cousin I see him running All over headland Scared as a chic-chicken His naked skin fries Fries in the sun, oh my My naked cousin can cook Till
Jag behver vrme av dig Du mste krypa nrmre till mig Hr under tcket r kallt Jag vill att du ger mig allt Frsk frst jag fryser s Och mina ftter dom r
Together we can fly There ain't no reason why not Strike whilst the knives are hot Eyes like a vision of rage Seize the day, seize the moment Yes this
Kim was in the air force He dropped fire from the air He grabbed his heater Sitting in his hand, he gave it to them And put 'em in the foreign sand He
Were you and he lovers ? And would you say so if you were ? On a forecourt, on a Friday Passing my way Ohh ohh ohh Were you and he lovers ? And if you
My naked cousin I see him running All over headland Scared as his shit as he's running His naked skin fries Fries in the sun, oh my My naked cousin
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My cousin has great changes coming One day he'll wake with wings My cousin has great changes coming One day he'll wake with wings Cousin caterpillar
well i had a mini-battle with my baby last night so i left her for the dance hall to make it all right i grabbed a mini-bottle at the end of the bar then
Movie klip SA? klapper I i takt jeg si'r til mig selvgodt nok og lykke og held tonight, all right, I might, just fight sA? klapper jeg en knA¦gtsA? klapper
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Pequena no se ni como empezar, pero de esto tenemos que hablar. Se trata de tu prima y lo sabes ya, y esto tiene que acabar. Porque no se si aguantare
-Muir-Trujillo- He'd disappear for years, then one day he would just show Dad would buy him shows (shoes?), give him $50 and he'd go He talked about the
tie Send him north to her relations With a kiss goodbye He's bewildered by the plane ride And the immigration line Until he sees his christian name Upon
Got my gun, Got my beer lets go out and kill some deer. Me, You and Cousin Fred One of us will come back dead give me a beer hurry up let's get in the
LA? lA? lA? lA? lA? lA? lA? lA? lA? lA? lA? lA? lA? lA? Tony, Tony Soprano glor pA? mig Jeg glor, jeg glor pA? noget i mit glas (You know what I mean
Yes sir, du forer i mit krigsslag Du siger, hvad jeg skal Du redder mig fra bagslag Med bogstaver og tal Yes sir, du smadrer mine l?nker Befaler til
What is black and what is brown What is field and what is town What is silence, what is shout What is fear and what is doubt D? d? d? d? double-0-seven
