I stood up.. You stayed in your chair.. You didn't get it,. You even looked put out.. But I had no doubt. You'd see the change. And someday do the same..
Over the ground lies a mantle, white. A heaven of diamonds shine down through the night. Two hearts are thrilling. In spite of the chilling weather. .
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas. Just like the ones I used to know. Where the treetops glisten and children listen. To hear sleigh bells in the snow.
[Chorus] X2. Now I got to grip, my wood grain wheel. Now I got to grip, my wood grain wheel. Now I got to grip, my wood grain wheel. Trunk is steady bumping, grill steady coming.
(featuring Slim Thug, Chris Ward & Sir Daily). . (*talking*). Slim Thugger uh, Boss Hogg Outlawz. We be the Boyz N Blue nigga, we be the Boyz N Blue. .
Waar ter wereld is er nog geen honger of ellende. Je kan bijna nergens komen of het is gewoon een grote bende. Oh! De ozonlaag wordt dunner en de zee is aan het stijgen.
Wereld zonder jou. Marco:. Ik heb een masker opgezet. En als m'n vrienden erom vragen. Zeg ik dat het heerlijk is: alleen. Je foto's zijn al van de wand.
Als er iemand bij me weg ging. Even slikken en weer doorgaan. Even woelen en gewoon weer opstaan. Het deed me weinig. Maar om jou ben ik verdrietig. Zonder jou ontzettend nietig.
Witness to a crime but I lost track of the times violence against women. against half of humankind meshed with our culture part of our civilization. ground in to our faces part of our indoctrination no one seems to question.
You certainly aren't the victim shocked as you may seem the mna stands up for. chivalry when it's fuck you on the street I can't say how many times it needs.
Somebody tell me why we landed here on the planet left stranded. We suffer in this land then we leave it empty-handed. Experienced a fraction of eternity then vanish.
Where should I begin cripplin' all you villains in. Never injuring the civilians that are innocent. So sick of listening to a bunch of synonyms. Same band every man but aint no need to mention them.
Wishin I was skinny. Wishin that the whole world knew my name. Wishin I was thrillin, that I would never be to blame. . Wishin I was kissin a girl with lips smooth as pearl.
Could I get much colder. To live somewhere else. In my head and in my heart. Is it to much to forgive. . And if I were much wiser. Maybe I would realise.
It's as big or if you want it. too small for the eye to see. Dare you take a peek inside it. forget yourself what can it be?. things you know you shouldn't look at.
Summer's gone, day's spent with the grass and sun. I don't mind, to pretend I do seems really dumb. I rise as the morning comes, crawling through the blinds.
I took a tube train through the subway systems.. I rode those tunnels like a six foot mole.. I came back out and I was gasping for air.. I made it to your place, I was praying you'd be home..
The offices are emptying. Their pale-faced wards into the street. Flickering their strip-light eyes. Shivering they readjust their lives. From the air-conditioned heat.
Excuse me, excuse me. I be the poetry man that was sent here by the WWBCC fanclub. You called the number 1-900-GET-DA-BOOT and you asked the question.