Saw an old friend on the street She said today?s your wedding My heart stopped The tears dropped Saw my whole life pass me by I had to see you, baby
Translation: Williams, Vesta. Congratulations.
its a leather jacket be careful thats a lot a lot of leather yeah its a jacket my mom did when i was young (x3) would you do it babe for me know be
I backed my car into a cop car the other day Well, he just drove off, sometimes life's okay I ran my mouth off a bit too much, oh, what did I say? Well
I love it though I love it though You know Put your hands to the constellations They way you look should be a sin, you my sensation I know I'm preachin
mentre preso dal delirio non so piu quel che dico e quel che faccio! Eppur? e d?uopo? sforzati! Bah! Sei tu forse un uom? Tu se' Pagliaccio! Vesti la
Put on that dress, I'm going out dancing Starting off red, clean and sparkling He'll see me, music playing Make it dreamy for dancing Must be a way that
Suburban days, they last so long In shop and office, we sing our song we all sing We ain't got nothing, nothing to do A big fat nothing, nothing for me
I can barely feel the sheets with all these crumbs down in my bed How can I get to sleep with all this buzzin' in my head And who'd have ever thought
Saucer of milk, table for 2 You wanna pet my kitty, your such a dirty doggy. Its your lucky night, cause Im in the mood, Im feeling spicy, Im feeling
One tenth of her. I feel her talking thru my stand-up hairs. Which of you, or does he touch them, or is he daft. It's hard boys. Alone and old, it's really
[Verse 1 - Ben J] He wouldn't let her breath She had to let him go She was a free spirit She had to let him know Her friends were relieved that she was
[Kanye West] I love it though I love it though You know [Chorus] Uh put your hands to the constellations they way you look should be a sin, you my sinsation
To be or not to be, not! Hold up, bring the beat back Stop! I ain?t ready yet Wait! Let me fix my hair, yes, yes Yes ma'am, yes ma'am Now pass me my dress
Down through the ages men have died for the women And they've done so, so many times Each time I loved one, I've always lost one Seems like the right
We are the dregs of the western world The steroid boys and video girls We are the viral internet stars And the anchor man can't stop crying We are the
Billy Cobin lost it all We knew he would eventually Some wonder why he took the fall Others just ask who the hell is he And why should we care for him