Tell her you care, each time you speak. Make it her birthday each day of the week. Bring her nice things, sugar and spice things. Roses and lollipops.
If I wrote a story. Would you live it with me?. Fill the pages up with memories still to come. Let's write a love story.. . When I got you next to me.
[CHORUS:]. Last Christmas. I gave you my heart. But the very next day you gave it away. This year. To save me from tears. I'll give it to someone special.
Oh. Na na na na na. Oh. Why don't you call me anymore. I thought we had something special, girl. But now you don't pick up your phone. Leave you a message after the tone.
Take no acts for being strangers. Watch out, watch out, watch out. for the worthless few!. Don't socialize with fancy guys. They'll leave you from the start.
Un arte que nacio en lo marginal. fue perseguido sin pensar,. en el sentir que habia ahi.... Las guitarras empiezan a sonar,. el silencio esta roto ya..
Vete con ese nopal verde y baboso. Dale clases en tu cama que es experta. Por un acoston se pierde la cabeza. Pronto tu serás serpiente y el tu presa.
Les fleurs de rêve obscur secrètent de noirs parfums. Dans la féerie marbrée des crépuscules forains. Théâtre d'harmonie / panorama lunaire. Aux délicieuses lenteurs de cortège funéraire.
Avec nos bidons en fer blanc. On descendait chercher le lait. A la ferme au soleil couchant. Dans l'odeur des soirs de Juillet. On avait l'âge des confitures.
Ils m'ont dit que je suis Malinké. Ils t'ont dit que tu es un Bété. Mon papa était un Dioula. Mais nous là nous sommes Ivoiriens. . Nous sommes des Malinkés.
LE P'TIT BAL DU SAMEDI SOIR. . Dans le vieux faubourg. Tout chargé d'amour,. Près du pont de la Villette. Un soir je flânais,. Un refrain traînait,. Un air de valse musette,.
Lonely in a room of memories. From another life. Waiting and chasing. Moments that elude. . Why can't I escape. . Waiting and chasing. Memories of moments that are gone.
Arahlem la pi ulica cindem lace lubenica. Aj lamda lamdala cindemlace sandala. . Aj lamda lamdala cindem lace sandala. Aj landa landala cindem lace sandala.
My lonely heart was waitin'. You came right on time. You soon had me believin'. True love was on your mind. You took me straight to heaven. I thought we had it made.
Goodbye angel hands in your pockets. Maybe tomorrow maybe you'll come back sometime. She boards a Greyhound, a ticket to Jersey. A grey-colored backpack full of all her belongings.
You don't love me that way. The words that you say. Make it obvious now. Why try pretending you care. When feelings aren't there. Just be honest with me.
I'm amazed at how you reinforce your guard cause. Deep inside, you're still a son of a bitch. . Mistakes forever haunt you. A lie to persecute you. So thoroughly, it's giving you fits.
I gather stones when the weight of the world is too much. Rather suffer than not have enough. Building castles that sink into sand. In search of land lost in a fog.