Mon Coeur s'ouvre a ta voix comme s'ouvrent les fleurs aux baisers de l'aurore! Mais, o mon bien-aime, pour mieux secher mes pleurs, que ta voix parle
Mon Coeur s'ouvre a ta voix, Comme s'ouvrent les fleurs Aux baisiers de l'aurore. Mais, O mon bien aime Pour mieux secher mes pleures. Que ta voix parle
All manner of malady come to be seen All manner of malady come to be seen Why do you call me at the door? You don't know me Why do you call me all the
tears and all the lies I touch myself, and it's alright Just give in, don't give up, baby Open up your heart and your mind to me Just know when that glass
' is for finisher So misunderstood, but what's the world without enigma? Two bitches at the same time, synchronized swimmers Got the girl twisted 'cause she open
, you my nigga Know it's somebody birthday, well, where you at? And I know you're thirsty, but don't know where you're glass at Go girl, it's your birthday Open
Away, away, oh, away, away This feels like the coldest day in a hurricane Looking through a glass window And ya screaming to the top of yours lungs And
I don't want to talk about it to you I'm not an open book that you can rifle through The cold hard truth that you see right to I'm just basket case without
monster, nut muncher sperm cum dumpster, left amongst her bitches in the past, pretty titties, plenty ass they just drink up what we give em take shots without any glass
Don't know the meaning of pretending what to do I could be the one, give you all my love Forget what he has done to you, I'm here now Open up to me,
Ain't no cloud up in my sky I couldn't worry if I tried I got an open road just darin' me To pick you up and take you for a ride I got a new shine on
crazy She kissed you on your chest and legs Then she started to beg Asked you to fuck her in the ass It kind of got you open, no doubt When baby
? I really doubt that shit I think that I was born insane When I was young I had a lust for knives and guns Use a magnifying glass to fry an ant with
[Chorus: Myalansky] Thug war, fights in streets, open the drug store Money is power, give me your's, we break laws Faggot cats claiming their crooks Soon
, the king of old Broadway My praises they would sing a Ziegfeld so they'd say My shows were always filled with class The best champagnes would fill my glass
for finisher So misunderstood but what's a world without enigma? Two bitches at the same time, synchronized swimmers Got the girl twisted 'cause she open
Go Timbo I'll be the same when it all goes up, I'll be the same when it all goes down Not the first one open it up, I'll be the last one closing it out
(Let it, let it, let it, let it rain) Bare foot on broken glass Each step reminds me of the past These scars I hide, They fade away, disappear with
