(Car horn) Beep beep! Beep beep!. . Some of the words that begin with I they get to be quite tricky. There's intersection and illegal, irritate and icky.
Qar denecikleri yuxulu seher. Qaranliq tinlerde azir yad SMSler. Gunesi gozlerimden aldin. Qorumagi bacarmadin. Sensiz arzularimi sindirdin. Seni men yaratdim ,.
Ernie: Gee, Bert, it's so much fun, I know you'll like it once we've begun. . Bert: Ernie, I've gotta wash my hair, I've gotta scrub my toes. . Ernie: We Bert, will have a ball, if I can get you to sing at all.
How long will you simple ones. Live your simple ways?. And fools hate knowledge. We should think before we say. . The animal, the animal has overtaken.
I see some paint, some clay, some chalk, I wonder what I'll do. I can make an elephant, a horse, a dog, a shoe. I might imagine something large or tiny as can be.
Read into it however you read into something. That you dont understand. Listen to what you want, it's okay. Theres nothing I can do or want to. . We fall into some dark places.
Bob: Pit pitter pat. Pit pitter pat. Pit pitter pat. Pit pitter pat. I love when it rains. It's thrilling. When it's spilling. And just filling. The drains.
You want to talk some trash?. . Oh, I love trash. Anything dirty or dingy or dusty. Anything ragged or rotten or rusty. Yeah, I love trash. . I got me a sneaker that's tattered and worn.
You walk around with your hands in your pockets. You talk too much but you don't like the way you sound. . Things are better left unsaid, when youre in love.
Oh, I love trash!. Anything dirty or dingy or dusty. Anything ragged or rotten or rusty. Yes, I love trash. . I have here a sneaker that's tattered and worn.
This is where it ends. This is where my thoughts are scrambled. This is where I end. This is where my thoughts are dead. . This is where I run. Into the place where I feel comfortable.
I love my elbows. Let's get straight to the point. I love my elbows. Yeah they're my favorite joint. They bend my arms with so much charm and finesse.
We walk side by side with an angel. And I hold hands with the devil. And everything feels the same. It always feels the same. . Nothing ever changes. I cant see myself changing.
I love summer showers. I love pretty flowers. But most of all...I love mud for hours. I love, love, love being a pig!. . I love how mud feels. I love how mud sounds.
How can I keep from straying. Its an easy one, its a simple thing. . Nothing can keep me from dragging my feet. Its a choice I was given, choice I received.
Bert: I like to sing LOUD!. Farley: I like to sing soft. Bert: I like to sing LOUD!. Farley: I like to sing soft. Bert: I like to sing high!. Farley: I like to sing low.
So here I am waiting with my perfect thoughts. But they're all dead and wrong. This isn't want I expected. This isn't what I had in mind, but still I can't move on.
Cow: "Hmmm-hmm-hmmm ... (he looks up and reads the sign) 'I know I am a (coe).' ... That doesn't sound right.". (A farmer comes in, grumbling). Farmer: "Mumble-mumble -- You're not a coe, you're a cow!".
Your heart is breaking, youre feeling dead. Love is here for the taking. Tired, restless and full of fear. You say the words that you shouldnt. . This is everything you wanted.
I stand in the light that I cannot see. I walk on the ground that I cannot feel. I listen for you when youre calling me. I learn to love when all I got is lust.