with me Till the stars fade from above They'll see it's alright with me People will say we're in love, so in love All the people will say we're in love
Translation: Crosby, Bing. People Will Say Were In Love.
Translation: The Ink Spots. People Will Say Were In Love.
Yeah Yeah Check this out: now I'm black But black people trip Cause white people like me White people like me But don't like them What's the fuck up
speak is really though some May say ruthless tactics are takin' by me to awaken People to life but I feel no fakin' No jivin',no lyin',no frontin',no playin' Say
pretty little mind People throw rocks at things that shine And life makes love look hard The stakes are high, the water's rough, but this love is ours
So I had to go back to school Tell me one more time, people now What do you say? Without an education You might as well be dead One more time What do you say
you be when wanna make people to accept you? Uh, what does it really mean when you dream of being famous and successful? When you were born to be special
say it's over, we'll just say I love you And when they say it's finished, we'll just keep on building This world, this world could leave us any day But my love
crieda?¦some were grinning And when I got to America, I say it blew my mind And when I got to America, I say it blew my mind In Central Park the children were
and people on the streets I'm looking out for angels, just trying to find some peace I think it's time that you let me know So if you love me, say you
go astray Love Through all the ups and downs the joy and hurt Love For better or worse I still will choose you first Love So many people use your name in vain Love
May I have your attention please? May I have your attention please? Will, The Real Slim Shady please stand up? I repeat will, The Real Slim Shady please
the lepers Play their ukuleles all day long And anyone on the street Will gladly shave your back for a nickel! Wacka wacka, doo doo, yeah! Well, let me tell you, people
goyim say, I'm pretty fly for a rabbi Meccha leccha hi, meccha hiney hiney ho Our temple's had a fair share of rabbis in the past But most of 'em were
know ain't nobody perfect And when the curtains close, open up the door, no more, no more See were losing this world we love And it looks like the sinnin
, we will never say bye Mamas, daddies, sisters, brothers, friends and cousins This is for my people's who lost their grandmothers Lift your head to the sky 'cause we will
