My window faces the South,. I'm almost halfway to heaven. Snow is falling, still I can see. Fields of cotton calling to me. My window faces the South,.
(M. Spohn, R. Peinelt, A. Torkler). (from the album "InFormation", 1995). I wish I was made of stone. because a stone cannot feel pain. and if I was made of stone.
Yeah, you gotta look at me 'cause I'm staring equally. Gotta lose focus, blur everything else. And when we have a baby obsessed with death and grief. I can't believe you haven't killed me yet.
Yst utpå yttersia av Senja bodde to feskarbrør. dem hadde en hjelpar i båten han va blind men våken og før. en dag dem dregde garnan sine utaførr Gryllefjorn.
Oh money money, your money honey. So naughty naughty. Give me that dirt dinero. Want your money honey, not your body buddy. Want your money money. (Pesos pounds and lira).
Are you hanging up your stockings on the wall?. It's the time where every santa has a ball. does he ride a red nosed reindere?. does he thrown upon his slay?.
Everybody love love loves, everybody. Everybody love love loves, everybody. Everybody love love loves, everybody. Everybody loves a lover. Everybody loves a lover.
Girls girls girls girls girls girls. Girls girls girls girls girls girls girls. . [Chorus]. Cos he, loves the models and he hugs the models. Goes to lunch with models, cos he's trying everyday.
Late at night I dream. I'm falling in to love again. Twenty five electric angels. Are dancing in the rain. . Paradise with ice cream skies. Shine lasers in the night.
Are you hanging up your stocking on your wall. It's a time that every Santa has a ball. Does he ride a red-nose reindeer. Does he turn up on his sleigh.
Oh oh. . Sit up, listen. To the rhythm. Hip hop. Body shock. . Good freak. Lollipop. Switch me on then start me up. The bass it trembles not enough. .
Mr. Rabbit, Mr. Rabbit. Your coat is mighty gray. Yes, bless God, it's made that way. . Every little soul must shine, shine. Every little soul must shine, shine.
Come and draw my song. And return to you belong. In a place that I call home. Come and sing my song.... Song...song...song.... I realise there's no flower.
Def Tech sound Shen and Micro ' round singing on and on and on. 地に足付け 頭雲抜け 進む前に前に前に. 手をつなげば怖くないから. そこまでお前は弱くないから. でもいつまでも そばにいないから. Believe my way, my way, my way.
Mon disque d'été est déjà rayé. Par les rayons gris de la mélancolie. Mon disque pleure sur sa dernière heure envolée. . Mon disque d'été est déjà voilé.
(Angel, angel, whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa). (Angel, angel, whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa). . You are my special angel. Sent from up above. The Lord smiled down on me. And sent an angel to love (to love).
Politique, la politique. T'as gâté mon pays. La Côte d'Ivoire, mon beau pays. Pays d'hospitalité. Pays de fraternité. Mais les politiciens ont décidé.