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I came here to tell you my loinz have been shakin' my hips are gyratin', my hitachi's vibratin' when i think about steaksauce from shoulders to fingers
You make me nervous, nervous, nervous! Hella hella hella nervous, nervous, nervous. You make me nervous, nervous, nervous! Hella hella hella nervous,
minitime But then I see Matt Dillon and I want it HUGETIME! You open up your lips and try to seal my doom So I make a beeline straight to the menz room
Don't waste the water, don't drink it now. 'Cause this desert keeps growing, and we might never get out. Besides, we're not even moving, we're just
By J. Bolotin HE CARRIES HIS IDS AND HIS BOOKS BOUND IN LEATHER AND A CHANGE OF CLOTHING AND A PICTURE OF ANNA WHEN SHE WAS YOUNGER LEST HE FORGET
Let me tell you what it's all about Walking round with your talent hanging out I'm feeling ragged as a scrubber's tights Must have had too much to paint
Dancing as their chance passed Promoting national trust And goose the tunnel for the ditch Your jokes are swelling whining tracks It?s a sign of the
Merrily we appear on the scene Hostesses of the Stage Door Canteen Entertaining soldiers who are going off to war Glad to be of service but we could
Old Mister Absent-Minded, that's me Just as forgetful as I can be I've got the strangest sort of a mind I'm always leaving something behind I left my
we a blink did tarry; As day was dawin in the sky, We drank a health to bonie Mary. CHORUS Theniel Menzies' bonie Mary, Theniel Menzies
'I do not exist' We faithfully insist Sailing in our separate ships And coming in tiny caravel Tiring of trying, there's a necessary dying Like the horseshoe
Don't waste the water Don't drink it now Cause this desert keeps growing And we might never get out Besides we're not even moving We're just standing
"I do not exist," we faithfully insist sailing in our separate ships, and in each tiny caravel- tiring of trying, there's a necessary dying like the horseshoe
Traducción: Irving Berlin. I Left My Heart At The Stage Door Canteen.
Traducción: Irving Berlin. Hospedeiras Of The Stage Door Canteen.
Traducción: Spivak, Charlie. I Left My Heart At The Stage Door Canteen.
Traducción: David Alan Coe. Cantil de água.