I don't know why I don't trust,. I go crazy when you hang with her,. I need a straight jacket for my mouth,. Can't let my J-E-A-L-O-U-S feelings keep coming out,.
Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Say what you want. Do what you like. But we both know the truth. Can't change the facts, of you and I. But you still do what you do.
Olha pra mim, você já sabe. O que eu sinto não é mais um segredo. Eu sempre quis alguém assim. Pra me amar e cuidar de mim. . Eu prometo, vou te retribuir.
Jingle bell, jingle bell. Jingle bell rock. Jingle bells swing. And jingle bells ring. Snowing and blowing. Up bushels of fun. Now the jingle hop. Has begun.
Why you gotta act so strong. Go ahead and take off your brave face. Why you tellin' me that nothing's wrong. It's obvious you're not in a good place. Who's tellin' you to keep it all inside.
This is not another song about. All we've done wrong. We already know, eh. I think it's time for us. To find the freedom and the trust. Of letting go.
Jag har nyss kommit undan ett odjur. Som var himmel och helvete för mej. Hon har bara givit mej otur. Men hon älskade mej. . Jag var bonden - hon var tyrannen.
I was built by Mr Jones. And he's an awfully clever man. He's regarded as the foremost in his field. His command of all God's science. Is renowned throughout the land.
Its the jungle man, in this jungle. me, J P. I'm the jungle man, in this jungle. Skankers watch me. Bust a snake, bust a bear, head to the left, step to the right, step to the left, we're rolling with the jungle man; spear.
I will see you. In some place and time. For the light you held. In my heart. . Sugarcane and jealousy. What a scene. Will I burn in hell?. Will I live to see the day?.
Rhythm is both the song's manical and it's demonic charge.. It is the original breath , it is the whisper of unremitting demand.. What do you still want to be said of the singer?.
[Verse 1-Don't Talk:]. . This is for my niggas who've been through it all but still kept a level attitude,. Labels did us wrong but how could I be ever mad at you,.
Johnie Lad, Cock Up Your Beaver. . (Robert Burns poem / Live on Peel Acres 01-22-04). . When first my brave Johnie lad came to this town. He had a blue bonnet that wanted the crown.
James, he came to my place. He said he had to see my face. He hopes that we can still be friends. In his own way, he'll love me til the end. . And, James, he came to the door.
Sometimes you win sometimes you lose. Ain't no turnin' back for me and you. Don't look over your shoulder. No time for regrets. . You got your demons I got mine.
Hail to the shaman and his cardboard drum and the riffraff. Dancing in the sun. I sing for thee. Praise to the ugly and the dispossessed and the genius born of.
Jesu my lord. Won't you hear this cryin' soul. Messiah so kind. Won't you save this child of mine. Jo Jo oh my Jo Jo. Jo Jo he's my beautiful boy. He's my beautiful boy.
My my my what a marvelous life. Wear your patent leather shoes. Gotta win and never lose. Oh then why oh why Jack I cry. Save your life and flee today.
As the grossness of spring lolls its head against the window. As the grossness of spring lolls its bloodshot head. Curare! Curare! Curare!. Brogue cries from the street.
As old Joe sat a dyin'. The baby down the hall was cryin'. Somebody had a party goin' on. The fat boy you told tales to. Moved away the other day. To think with no goodbye.