Drowning on the flow, let me breathe oh woahhh. Man I'm on a mission.. Moving through the competition.. I be screaming at the top of my lungs. but they don't listen..
I'm on my 14 carats. I'm 14 carat. Doing it up like Midas, mhm. Now you say I got a touch. So good, so good. Make you never wanna leave. So don't, so don't.
(M. Spohn, R. Peinelt, A. Torkler). (from the album "InFormation", 1995). he turns around the key of his Jaguar. and whispers a shallow good bye to his wife.
I left my family and my home. To fight the battle on my own. I stole a car and drove away. But in my hate, St. Paul did say:. . Glorify the Lord above.
Spike heels and skin tight jeans. I've got a fistful of love that's coming your way baby. Spike heels and skin tight jeans. I've got a fistful of love that's coming your way baby.
Uh, yeah, uh, grease is the word.. I solve my problems and I see the light. We got a loving thing, we gotta feed it right. There ain't no danger we can go too far.
Through wind and rain we got here. Now we're flying babe with no fear. We've been doing pain for so long. When I stare in your eyes it's all gone. Through wind and rain we burn bright.
See them walking hand in hand. Across the bridge at midnight. Are so bright. Heads turning as the lights flashing out. And walk right out to the four line track.
No doubt about it. No doubt about it. Tumbled. Tumbled. No doubt about it. No doubt about it. Tumbled. Tumbled. . you know me babe, I love the good living.
Oh, oh, ooh. . I don't need a man doing everything he can. And giving up his life and everything he has to please me. (Oh, oh, oh). I don't like the kinda guy who does the can and.
Sitting by the roadside on a summer's day. Chatting with my mess-mates, passing time away. Laying in the shadows underneath the trees. Goodness how delicious eating goober peas.
Gauche Droite c'est la même chose. Gauche Droite y-a-t-il autre chose ?. Gauche Droite pour changer les choses. Gauche Droite on a notre dose. . Et le pouvoir tourne.
( Listen... shh... listen! There, it's playing again.... Gringo's guitar playing songs of desire. are sung by the haunted wind! ). . Down in Nualo, Laredo,.
Goodnight, Sweet Jesus,. Goodnight, goodnight . . .. . Goodnight, Sweet Jesus,. Guard us in sleep,. Our souls and bodies,. In thy love keep . . .. . Waking or sleeping,.
Alas! my love you do me wrong. To cast me off discourteously. When I have loved you so long. Delighting in your company!. . Greensleeves is my delight.