Welcome or should I say goodbye It's a question how close we are apart Are you going back home after this show Or leaving for the wild? And when you'
It's just another Saturday night Livin' in the 90's With Mr. Almost, not Mr. Right Tell me Where is the moonlight And champagne and roses? God knows,
Bless the day this restoration is complete Dirty, dusty, something must be underneath So I scrape and I scuff Though it's never quite enough I am starting
RAP por dentro, RAP por fuera, RAP por donde tu lo quieras de todas maneras(x4) Se les olvida porque esto no lo miran como vida, solo le tienen su amor
Any way the wind blows is-a fine with me Any way the wind blows, it don't matter to me 'Cause I'm thru with-a fussin' and-a fightin' with-a you I went
Why are you so paranoid? Don't be so paranoid, don't be so Baby, don't worry about it Hey there, don't even think about it You worry 'bout the wrong
All I have about the way things go I don't know, I just don't know Make up some simple lies And compromise how I live 'Cause either way I'll break your
You see it all started out With the very best of my sincere intentions So I thought anyway But that day that we got lost I could tell she had Penetrated
Written by gregory curtis, steve kipner (1999) Performed by kevon edmonds You know that I'm crazy 'bout you babe Why do you play with me anyway anyway
Here's another little song for you. I hope you'll listen to it well. Means no different than the others do And it won't change you I can tell. Anyway,
I lied and told her I loved her She didn't care but anyway I told her we'd still be friends And she didn't care but anyway I tried last week for to call
I have been through many disappointments and regrets Never known yet, the joy of lasting love Now I'm reaching for your hand on the shore of happiness
Anyway, anyway...moving on Anyway, anyway...been too long I only need when there's something wrong so anyway, anyway...moving on I would have called
(Originally written by Martina McBride) You can spend your whole life buildin'... Somethin' for nothin'... One storm can come and blow it all away...
If you love me, won't you call me? I've been waiting, waiting too long In my soul is constant yearning Always singing, singing this song Only love is
Empires crumble in the distance Violet crumble [Brian: it's a kind of chocolate bar] in my bowl Conspiracy Theory, Timothy Leary None of this is good
I'm tired of all the jagged edges That cut me every time you fall And the pieces of your life Come down around you I'm tired of all the worried voices
(Dolly Parton) Being born was the worse and the first mistake I ever made The doctor didn't spank me, he just slapped me in the face And the cup of