Hands across the table while the lights are low Though you hush your lips, your finger tips Tell me all I want to know Hands across the table meet so
Hands across the table while the lines are low Go you hush your lips your fingertips tell me all I want to know Hands across the table meet so tenderly
번역: 에디 아놀드. 테이블 놈을.
번역: 지방 도미노. 표 놈을 (대체).
Hands across the table, While the lights are low, Tho’ you hush your lips, Your finger tips Tell me all I want to know. Hands across the table, Meet so
things in music's being offered here It's a round table full of bosses here Still giving you it all like the coffins near [Chorus] I got the World in my hands
out, put it on the table Let me see if you're able Pull it out, put it on the table, oh Take it out, throw it on the table Show me what I paid for Take
This is the last time I'll look across this table And try to face a feeling I don't even recognize This is a sad hand That reached across and touched
This is the last time, I'll look across this table And try to face a feeling I don't even recognize This is a sad hand that reached across and touched
t touch her Nigga get the urge and can't control his hand Get a body bag cause mauh he's a dead man She was coolin' sportin' my table When the dance
ever i can, fuck a crutch i be smokin that shit till the joint be burnin my hand, next time im rollin in the tamba, to burn slopes so that ashes wont be burnin up my hand
You know we were eatin' dinner at the Red Lobster the other night and as I looked across the table and into your eyes I thought to myself, damn you're
to the breakfast table While the kids are going off to school goodbye And she reaches out and takes my hand Squeezes it and says how you feelin' hon And I look across
world like Tina and Ike Brought the house down in Sicily and Milan Fucked all types of women like your sister and mom Ask around your breakfast table
a K off the shelf, or pull a strap out the stash I ain't gotta draw the pistol, I will chop at yo' ass I just let the hands of God toe-tap on you fast
this heart Wanna get up on this stage And my lips become percussion And my fists become the rage And I pound on this table Till it gives me something
hold the hands I love On this winter's night with you Fire is dying now, my lamp is growing dim Shades of night are liftin' The mornin' light steals across