I did get your message. I just can't believe you're doing this. What is wrong with you?. I told you, it's over, I am not coming back. More importantly, I just don't love you any more.
I can't help staring when youre hardly wearing a thing. Your lascivious mouth is full of smiles. Your laughter echoes off the bathroom tiles. With your pretty hands folded sweetly in your lap.
Draußen wird es hell. ich kann noch nicht schlafen.. Du nahmst deine Koffer vor 2 Stunden ungefähr. . du fährst nun irgendwo durch die Nacht in deinem Wagen.
minha linda, minha neguinha. O meu caf ficou to sozinho. Os meninos que passam. E olhos sem ter pra quem mostrar. . minha linda, minha neguinha. Histrias que eu conto no vento.
Passei no passado pra ver. O presente que voc me deu. Um futuro se no se esqueceu. O passado que voc me fez. . Minha colcha feito mo. E o traado com X no cho.
He likes sipping his tea. Slowly from the tip of the tea pot. From the tip, when the pot is hot. When he's not lonely. . I'm lonely not, he has it his peers.
If you want me to listen whisper. If you want me to run just walk. Wrap your name in lace and leather. I can hear you, you don't need to talk. . Let us make thousand mistakes.
My darling, darling girl. Won't you shout it to the world?. My darling, darling, darling girl. Shout it out, my golden girl. Wrap yourself with all the world.
Ladies, ladies, listen to me. . Mr. Heseltine you drove into our town. The northern rain always drizzling down. Shoppers at the window stopped to look.
Can't hear you 'cause your mouth's full of shit. Well I'm really back to basics right beside a bar. Choke the double trouble big one to the joker with the card.
Ready or not my words grow loud. Can you hear? Can you tell?. I'm making sound. Ready or not my heart starts to pound. Can you hear? Can you tell?. I'm making sound.
(Chorus). Can't hear you 'cause your mouth's full of shit. Can't hear you 'cause your mouth's full of shit. Do something about it. (Repeat chorus). Well I'm really back to basics right beside a bar.
There's pedal bikes and motor bikes. And now they're riding mountain bikes. Up and down and out of town. Over, under, through, around. I ride my little bicycle, I ride it to the top.
Can't hear 'cos your mouth's full of shit. Do something about it. Well I'm really back to basics right beside a bar. Choke the double trouble big one to joker with the card.
Oh, Charleston Heston. Your father's favorite son. Walks in whistling Casey Jones. Moses with a gun. . Oh, Charleston Heston. Your father's favorite son.
Children in school forced to the desk. Finger the atlas and study the text. Lies and opinion presented as fact. Taught to accept and never to ask. . Those smiling workers in Ladybird books.
Act one, the smell of green leather, French polish, quite pristine, not a hair out of place, not a wrinkle, not a crease, the silverware all clean. Exquisite chaussures grace marble floors, be upstanding, for men of yore. But wait, who's this, sticky under the collar in Elsinore? Enter silent comedy geek with dynamite down his pants. Nervous, shuffling on his feet, leading a merry song and dance. A back seat driver of good moral fibre, holding up the light. He's made his own bed, now he's got to lie in it. Ha ha! Serves him right..
Talk about money. Talk about oppression. Investing in death. And the earth's destruction. Killing the earth. Bit by bit. Financing war. To make more profit.
Welcome to my open house. Please ignore the mess around. I've been meaning to clean it up for quite sometime. Built on rock, I'm just run down, a fixer upper.
The saturday afternoon tradition. Three falls and one submission. Boston crab and half-nelson. Bouncing around for television. Learn the moves and collect your pay.