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Corduroy

I've taken tongue to pen and ink to blood stream... the venemous kind. I've spilled my guts on your favorite blue jeans, and you didn't mind. It's not

you want show & tell, well the smell of a woman (any woman) merely SUGGESTED BY the stink of me is often sufficient to make me abandon EVERYTHING

cold And moon, I can see you there You're still hangin' in there Though you are so very old And I'm just thinkin' about a boy Wearin' wintergreen corduroy

came, let's try again..." I'll make you laugh, when you see this photograph It's not from that day, I threw all those away Its just some boy, probably dressed in corduroy

getting by, or do you taste the wine? What's left for us this spring besides grass-stained corduroy? What's left for us this spring besides stratched-out corduroy

Traducere: Ghidat de Voci. Pantaloni de catifea cord.

Traducere: Nici una Mai mult Alb. Nu am auzit de pantaloni trei sferturi.

Traducere: Pearl Jam. Pantaloni de catifea cord.

The waiting drove me mad...you're finally here and i'm a mess I take your entrance back...can't let you roam inside my head I don't want to take what