Then you see it happen again. The world turned over. Wouldn't it be something to live?. Your life on Mars. Or at least demanding. Of some kind of masquerade.
Maybe there's a reason. Why I'm born again. There's something rare. Going on under my skies. . You got to chill out, find a reason for your soul again.
Rap. . Body rap. Body rap. Rap body. Body rap. Rap body. Body rap. Rap rap body. Rap body. Rap body. Rap body. (Rap). Rap body. (Rap).
Für Rita und Helga isses klar, wir fliegen nach Bali auch dieses Jahr. Weil der Balimann uns wirklich liebt, und weil er uns deshalb alles gibt!. . Dreimal am Tag wird ordentlich geduscht.
I will be gone from here. The minute you close your eyes. And with a silent tear. As your sign of life. All i needed was someone new. Only to be nothing new.
Goodnight my answer, your dreams are still sweet. Goodnight, be careful with yourself. Don't worry about the money, forget about the wealth. . You'll be my angel, divert me from Hell.
WORD UP HOMIE. WE'RE HERE TO KICK YA BOOTIE. I GOT MY GAT. AND I WANT TO SMOKE A SCOOBIE. MY PANTS ARE GETTIN' BAGGIER. I GOT TOO MUCH LEG ROOM. WE'RE CHILLIN' IN MY LINCOLN.
Charge admission and rope me off. She said, "I do believe I see income here". Eight hundred and seventy pounds. From a thyroid condition and one room bound but.
Pity my brother. For how he's suffered me. Through nameless towns. And cold prairie. For restless women. At the end of the line. Who tendered checks for.
A lot of folks do well enough leavin' well enough alone. But that was never true for me and you. Livin' like the characters in "Like A Rolling Stone".
Let your daddy dance. See you daddy dance. Well I'm so entranced. By the barefoot bride. As she gave her hand. And loved like no other. Under the cover.
Alright. Hey now won't ya listen. About a tale of a heartbreak queen. The kind of girl that makes Bogie fall. On a late night movie screen. . She wraps a look around ya.
I can smell your cigarettes in my dreams. Im filling your pockets with gasoline. Maybe Ill catch you in the dark. What a beautiful bonfire we could start.
What would the neighbors say. If they could take the walls away. See you naked with a whip in your hand. What would your friends all do. If they could look inside of you.
She's a tramp and he's a loser. In a smoky bar from kafka's darkest dreams. And the critics know what crap is hip to swallow. It's all high volume. Her leather comes off in the back room.