Giving love and getting nothing back People help the people And if your homesick, give me your hand and i'll hold it People help the people And
Translation: Cherry Ghost. People Help The People.
Translation: Fun People. Give You Help.
Translation: Jones, George. Help The People.
angels Giving love and getting nothing back People help the people And if your homesick, give me your hand and i'll hold it People help the people
to be Take my hand, take my whole life too For I can't help falling in love with you For I can't help falling in love with you For I can't help falling
a gun. Heaven help the people with their backs against the wall, Lord, Heaven help us all. Heaven help us all, heaven help us all, heaven help us all, help
Die Haare erst geschoren die Doc Martens frisch geputzt so stand ich vor ihr sie war völlig begeistert dann sagte ich zu ihr Was kann ich denn daf
can fill me with the saddest emotions Give voice to the madness I live for her and nothing else What can I do can't help myself How many people can
cover of a magazine So I pose in everything I wear Love to make the people stare Always center of attention Lookin' so bootylicious And I dont care, That I keep pissing people
major I want my family back People work hard just to get all their salary taxed Look, I'm just a writer from the ghetto like Malory Black, man Where the help
to make a move It won't hurt you just do What you were born to do And everything works out right Don't listen to all the people who hate 'Cause all they do is help
goes back, aho, aho, aho Uh, well, alright, how come when the media stops covering And there's a little help from the government We forget about the people
help me I will look in triumph at those who hate me It's better to trust the Lord Than to put confidence in people It's better to trust the Lord Than
'm talkin' literally blow your mind My repratoir is Menage Trois And exotic cars chilling with the hottest stars And it ain't no stop to this I can't help
things Can't relate to motherfuckers, who ain't go no cake When you all fucked up and can't get no break When your fake ass friends, don't help you
you say it in time Did you say it out loud 'cause if you did hun Then you lived some That feeling inside That's called satisfied Busy people walking by Can't help
Little boy, six years old A little too used to being alone Another new mom and dad Another school, another house that'll never be home When people ask
