lyrics & music: G. Gross, C. Capek, G. Raschke, A. Humpe. . Komm, lass mich Dir erzählen von den Dingen, die mich quälen,. Von den Frauen und Gefhlen, die mir fehlen,.
lyrics: G. Gross, C. Capek, A. Humpe music: G. Gross, C. Capek, G. Raschke, A. Humpe. . Now let me tell you 'bout my life and the girls within,. And how I always seemed to go the wrong way and couldn't win.
I'm going to California. turn the corner turn the key. unlock the secret garden. and throw away the key. Don't care how long it takes me. don't care what I have to do.
All my yesterdays have flown away. And it's better now. It's better now. . All my dreams have gone away. And I don't know how. Oh, I don't know how. .
What's the point of fame if it's been abused?. What's a kid like me even got to lose?. Here I am on your bed again. It's too big for the room it's in.
What's the point of fame if it's been abused?. What's a kid like me even got to lose?. Here I am on your bed again. It's too big for the room it's in.
Though I long to,. Though I try to,. Figure it out I'm told,. There's no way of knowing.. Still I long to,. Long to know.. . Hold on through it,. Pray I'll fool it,.
Chicken, pay the chicken back, back. Pay the chicken back. Pay back the chicken back. Do the chicken payback. . Piggy, pay the piggy back, back. Pay the piggy back.
I don't care what shirt you wear. And I don't want you to know my show?. You make me feel so nice. Get off your horse and kiss me twice. You taught me how to ride at night,.
I heard she drove a silvery sportscar. along the empty streets last night. hanging around with hairdos like mine. no, I haven't seen the kids for some time.
(Davi Sales). Eu j descobri. Que a minha vida. E a sua vida uma s. Sou seu ursinho,. Sua gatinha,. Seu xod. S durmo agarradinha com voc. meu cobertor.
(Cassiano/Paulo Zdnanowski). Sei que voc gosta de brincar. De amores. Mas, oh, comigo no. Comigo no. Sei tambm que voc.... Eu no sei mais nada. Um dia voc vai ouvir de algum.
(Cassiano/Paulo Zdnanowski). Sei que voc gosta de brincar. De amores. Mas, oh, comigo no. Comigo no. Sei tambm que voc.... Eu no sei mais nada. Um dia voc vai ouvir de algum.
(Ivete Sangalo). Do comeo ainda me lembro. No comeo era tudo amor. No comeo era tudo verdade. Sentimento, harmonia e calor. Mas agora que tudo mentira.
Y es la trakalosa de monterrey oh. Amiga. Que diablos vamos a hacer. Con lo que hicimos ayer, aun no lo puedo creer. Fueron los tragos tal vez, juro que no lo planee.
Cheiro de pneu queimado. Carburador furado. Corao dilacerado. Quero meu nego do lado. Cabelo penteado. No meu carro envenenado. Eu vou, eu vou. Ento venha.
Jogou sua rede. Oh! Pescador. Se encantou com a beleza. Desse lindo mar. Dois de Fevereiro. dia de iemanj. Levo ao dia oferendas. Para lhe ofertar. E se idolatria.
A ti que me hiciste descubrir. Cuanto puede decirse en el silencio;. Que en cada caricia. Creaste un mundo nuevo.. Despierto te imaginaba. Cuando dormia te soaba.
words and music: Steven Rhodes. I'm so blocked. I can't write. I try and think. every night. my tied up brain. tries to free. itself from mental captivity.