Norwegian folk song Om kvelden nar det morkner og alle gar til ro da stenger jeg for stall og for lave Og spurvene de netter seg i hvert sitt lille
Hey, baby I just asked your daddy If I could take your hand He said, "Boy, over my dead body" Guess I ain't his kinda man But I love you and you love
And the first thing I remember, I was lying in my bed Well I couldn't've been no more than one or two And I remember there was a radio, coming from the
SOMETIMES LATE AT NIGHT Carol Bayer Sage (C.B Sage / B. Bucharach) Sometimes late at night you say you love Even if you don't well I guess that it don
Watch that spider in the bathroom sink Hes a better friend than you might think So let him spin his web in peace He catches creepy crawly things I never
ON THE EVENING TRAIN WRITERS HANK WILLIAMS, AUDREY WILLIAMS The baby's eyes are red from weeping It's little heart is filled with pain And Daddy cried
(e) sometimes late at night, When our (a) friends are fast a- (e) sleep, You say you'd like to take a stroll with (b7) me, Tho (e) we are wed to others
Hello, yeah, it's been a while Not much, how 'bout you? I'm not sure why I called I guess I really just wanted to talk to you And I was thinking maybe
Sometimes I think about dyin Yeahhh-haaa Unfortunately, I'm seein a lot of death in my life Oahhhooooh I seen a lot of friends die I seen a lot of family
I've got a dream 'bout an angel on the beach And the perfect waves are starting to come His hair is flying out in ribbons of gold And his touch has got
(myles goodwyn) Published by slalom publishing co. - bmi Red and yellow, seasons changin' gear, oh yeah Giving her all I am, and reaching out for lovin
I'm nervous and upset because this girl I've never met, I get to meet tonight at eight. I'm taking her to dinner at a charming old cafe, but who can eat
Adios, amante, amante Tan despacio pasa la noche Recalco la silueta de tu cuerpo con mi mano Como el mapa de alguna tierra prohibida Recalco los fantasmas
LATE AT NIGHT by AFROMAN ( BACAAAAAA) lYRICS- FELIPE A.K.A FLIPPARONNI PIPEKEK@AOL.COM check out this beat mayn ( talkin ) (CHOURUS) Late at niiiight
Pain is growing like a vine stanglin' my heart When I think the worst is over, that's right when it starts Someone says your name, sometimes I don't feel
Time by lady Rolex Body by Bowflex Hair by Hollywood salon Bag by Louis Vuitton High heels, Manolo Blahniks Tanqueray gin and tonics Sunglass by Gucci
Don't bother telling me what I got coming in the morning I already know I got some feelgood pills and a red Gatorade by my bed Ready to go I'm gonna
My oh my, you're so good-looking Hold yourself together like a pair of bookends But I've not tasted all your cooking Who are you when I'm not looking?
