Good afternoon, Class of 2010. My name is Jerome Weinberg. I'm running for Class President this year, because I believe I can bring positive things to
away. Time won't flow, everyone knows When the pain fades away And dreams won't die, with tears in our eyes You've got to hold your head up high..
Translation: Lover Speaks. High.
Translation: The Speaks. High.
of my love Speaks louder that words Let this love keep talkin' I'll hold you now I'll show you how I'll give you all of my love Speaks louder than words
Una mujer, una mujer atras, una mujer atras de un vidrio empanado. Pero no, mejor no hablar de ciertas cosas. No, mejor no hablar de ciertas cosas. Un
Once again it?s time to bite more soul A flavor you will savor in your soul Wax is distributed and then sold So watch it turn, bring your next of kin
oh oh. Without the Schei?e, yeh. I don't speak German but I wish I could. I, I, I, I, I, I I, I, I, I, I, I speak German I, I, I, I, I, I, but
, yeah. Oh oh oh ohh Without the schei?e, yeah. I don't speak German but I wish I could... I I I I I I I don't speak German I I I I But I can if you
Without the schei?e, yeah. I don't speak German but I wish I could... I don't speak German But I can if you like. I don't speak German But I can if
oh, oh, oh-oh) Without the schei?e, yeah (I don't speak German but I wish I could-ow) I-I-I-I-I I-I-I-I don't speak German I-I-I-I-I But I can if you
oh. Without the schei?e, yeh. I don't speak German but I wish I could. BRIDGE: I, I, I, I, I, I I, I, I, I, I, I speak German I, I, I, I, I, I
cut, disc jockeys jock me You niggas mad that you not me I remain a Giant, and you Jeremy Shockey And if you ain't heard me properly If you speak garbage
be your one and only I follow the green cross code, then I cross the road I follow the signs, then I fall on my nose Seek out my princess, speak on
king do If these nigga's animals then I'mma have a mink suit Tell them bitches I said put my name on the wall I speak the truth, but I guess that's a
at a dance she walked up to me And ask me would I meet her down by the creek As I listened to her dangerous proposal I thought about the high sheriff
speak numbers, refuse the great forgiver Powerful men raise your hands and deliver All the superstitions to which we all cling While high minds in Geneva
this bitch, Jada Pinkett I shouldn't have drove, tell me how I'm getting home? You too fine to be layin' down in bed alone I could teach you how to speak
