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She might have been a nice girl If she hadn?t had a draggy mother She might have been a good chick If she hadn?t had a rotten father She might have played
I see who you are Behind the skin and the muscles I see who you are now And when you'll get older later I will see the same girl The same soul Lioness
' my sunshine, now leave alone Y' diggin' a mountian and lookin' for gold you worship a calf like days of old who rings the bell? who rings the bell?
sixteen bars I'm the real thing y'all kareokee stars This is who I am This is who I am (This is who I am) This is what I be (This is what I be) People
someone fall below Questioning, questioning, can a hero be of help? I'll be right here waiting Mother, young child and an easy way out Guards making decisions of who stays, who
This cold floor we know too well Hearts poisoned with pride Black blood dotting our warmth Ending our contentment This place is a contorted altar I must
[beverley knight] Guess my mama knew exactly what she meant the day she said "be careful what you wish for it will come to you." Little did I know the
V'la les amateurs de chambrettes, les bretons qui se la petent, les dechireurs de galettes, les bouffeurs de crepes. Apres avoir brave bien des galeres
Suona una campana Voce nella sera L'eco poi risuona E si fa preghiera Di chi non ha pace Di chi non ha luce Di chi e abbandonato Prima d'esser nato Di
, all gilt and flash Remember the [Incomprehensible], where the doors we smashed? Bell Boy! I've gotta get runnin' now Bell Boy! Keep my lip buttoned down Bell Boy! Carry this baggage out Bell
you) All I've come to know (Come to me) Running, I didn't see it coming, Blinded it's so stunning, I don't wanna let you go A thousand church bells ringing
to school to learn not for a fashion show" I said, "This isn't Sha na na, come on Mom, I'm not Bowzer Mom, please put back the bell-bottom Brady Bunch
this dancing juice? Who cares, baby I think I wanna marry you Well, I know this little chapel On the boulevard we can go No one will know Oh, come on girl Who
, away, away This feels like the coldest day in a hurricane Looking through a glass window And ya screaming to the top of yours lungs And the bells done
? Who cares baby, I think I wanna marry you Well, I know this little chapel on the boulevard We can go, whoa, whoa No one will no, whoa Oh, come on, girl Who
ride was raw Bust allmenn left turn was on Crenshaw Sean-e-sean was the driver Known to give freaks hell Had a beeper goin' off like a high school bell
