Give me all your paper ma Gimme all your jazz Give me something that I need Something I can have Mrs. London's coming round She's coming with her son
Oh, waiter bring me my check soon I have a hectic schedule I'm saddened by the news that we won I wonder what I'd say to the bomb Where are you now,
Fate is so unkind, now I should have known Blind in the light, reaping myself of soul If it all amounts to nothing Then why, why then am I standing in
Yeah, he took me to our favorite spot A place we go to hang a lot Something seemed to catch his eye Ooover my shoulder Ooover my shoulder I turned around
Some of the clothes you stole from your lover's home Make you glow in the dark Make you light up the room on your own Formative years were a drag But
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Waiter, waiter, waiter Tonight I'll be your waiter (Waiter) Tonight I'll be your waiter (Waiter) Let me serve you all night I assume you know what to
Trapped behind my state of mind I took your words and now I'm blind (And everything you've given just kills me) Ohh Your words swarm me through my soul
Lao Cai, Pa Kha, Lai Chau Autant de mots etranges Qui forment tes villages Thai, Nung, Meo Autant de noms magiques Qui forment tes peuples Nam Cai, Nam
Oh oh Oh oh You're pushing me away from you And there's nothing I can do And I can't fight all of your battles for you You're pushing me away from you
Professor Green - Upper Clapton Dance ft. Chynaman And Cores (brackets are you tube version) Yeh, Yeh Wot When I bop through these ends, Follow me
Oggi non ho voglia di mangiare Ne ho un ritornello da cantare Un amico da telefonare Una donna da invitare Al cinema al bar la sera Ad una cena leggera
Pas a pas nous regagnons les Les hauts quartiers de peine, les avait-on quittes Le plus dur s'acheve, tu m'en vois Desole Tout en bas nous nous sommes
Hell is still overburdened I must stand and wait in line I may never know for certain When will be my time How was I considered evil? Vengeance taken
Au 5560 les hyenes en muselieres faisaient un bruit d'enfer Enchainees au poteau qui sent le foutre et le metal Sous les neons blancs du bal De longues
