All the little children, can you see them? Yes, they are all sleeping Professor Yaffle spoils your fun Sunday's always boring, boring Sitting on the toilet
Where have the flowers gone, sun children? Your shirts are loud and your hair is long Now do you ever think we'll make it Something more than a uniform
(C. Stephenson) How did my mind evolve into this question How did the alphabet become these words? How did these words become this sentence? How did this
I found a blue hair comb with a busted tooth Gonna comb out my hair in this telephone booth Gonna comb out love, gonna comb out hate Gonna get me a new
Translation: All About Eve. Flowers In Our Hair.
Translation: White, Jim. Combing My Hair In A Brand New Style.
Translation: Regan, Julianne. Flowers In Our Hair.
Translation: Tork, Peter. Gettin In.
On est la comme deux cons On est bien tous les deux C'est pas pour not' pognon Mais pour c'qu'y a dans nos yeux Que la foule se fige Et s'emerveille un
On est la comme deux cons On est bien tous les deux C'est pas pour not' pognon Mais pour c'qu'y a dans nos yeux Que la foule se fige Et s'emerveille
I found a blue hair comb with a busted tooth gonna comb out my hair in this telephone booth gonna comb out love, gonna comb out hate gonna get me a new