Traducere: Söllner, Hans. Corect cu toate acestea mă, Nu San Ba.
Traducere: Chilliwack. Vino Mananca dvs. Bi Ba Ba Plate gol Boo acum.
Sit back, matter of fact Teasing, toying, turning, chatting, charming Hissing, playin' the crowd Play that song again Another couple klonopin' A nod,
[Intro] Oh no what's happening to my brain I can't believe this is happening again [Verse 1] Lava out my lips I flips Wake up think I have a cramp I'
It's 50 Cent and S N double O P You don't want no Snoop and you don't want it wit me Every time I come around they like, "Oh no" I get to trippin' slap
If you listen to 9027 Km on high volume it seems to be a recording of someone in thier apartment walking around hard wood floors. you can hear echoing
So you were born in an electrical storm Took a bite out the sun And saw your future in a machine built for two Now your rays make me kind of go crazy
It could be ten, but then again I can't remember half an hour since a quarter to four Throw on your clothes, the second side of Surfer Rosa And you leave
When they finally come to destroy the earth They'll have to go through you first I bet they won't be expecting that When they finally come to destroy
Crash and burn, crash and burn, crash and burn (Crash and burn) Patience is the hallmark of the old and the infirm To live to learn, live to learn, live
Super automatic pilot Motor running down Circles in the parking lot Self-sustaining system Bit her in the neck and Quick and kissed her And took all she
J's locked out on the fire escape Sarah's still down on the bench at the Circle K Cryin' and cryin' all day And everybody's best attempts didn't do no
(Oh, no) Oh lately, it's so quiet in this place You're not 'round every corner, oh (Oh no) Oh lately, it's so quiet in this place So darlin', if you'
True about my taste True about my wealth The thing about St Petersburg I was never there myself So come on Yeah come on Anastasia cried all night, but
Having spent your entire life Exactly where you are tonight In the valley between intent and deed You must have mastered this The fragile art of a good
Look at the hottie in the tight jeans Look at the pipe dreams Look at the fat man burst at the seams Look at the captain with the galaxy Right off his
Fingers blistered from the nightly scratching at the window Which won't open far enough to let air in The house wins, oh, the house always wins Feral
You're not the prettiest girl in town I'm not the only boy with sullied clothes and a sullen frown, so To hell with Valentine's, to hell with perfume