I've been north, I've been east to the California beach There's only one place I know where to find you And all you Southern girls got a way with your
They got long legs, big lips, a baby face and orange knee high hips They got a mean streak ten feet wide Halo above 'em and the devil inside They can
Farewell my sweet Well, the time that was coming The road has begun To move beneath my feet Good things come to an end Well I hope through the pain The
Is everything a baited hook? And are there locks on all doors? If you're looking for an open book Look no further, I am yours We'll behave like animals
Written by daryl simmons, babyface, dave simmons, jr. (1994) Performed by a few good men I'm talking 'bout my girl My girl, my girl Hey I will love
There she is, white light Descending like the color of rain July or fall, one thing will never change Down and out you've found This city has you on
Yeah, show you right Come on Sing a lang sang, sing a lang song Sing a lang sang, sing a lang song Sing a lang sang, sing a lang song Twang, twang, twang
I been north, I been east to the California beach There's only one place I know where to find you And you southern girls got a way With your words and
Turkish clove cigarettes In a black coffin lunch box She falls into the poster on her wall She has an ideal fantasy She's with Lestat meets Peter Murphy
Farewell my sweet Well the time that was coming The road has begun to move beneath my feet Good things come to an end Well I hope through the pain The
I been north, I been east, to the California beach There's only one place I know where to find you And you Southern girls got a way with your words and
souvent je pense a toutes ces nuits ou j'ai tente de m'engloutir les yeux brules par l'insomnie le corps ivre de se detruire dans mes notes d'un souterrain
They got Long legs, big lips A baby face and orange knee-high hips They got Meanstreak ten feet wide Halo above 'em and the devil inside They can
When I opened that letter I realized this was nothing I wanted to say. Now I'm stuck with my pen and some paper, and a headache with nothing to say.
Is everything a baited hook? And are there locks on all doors? If your looking for an open book Look no further, I am yours We'll behave like animals
I'm in love with a southern girl Hides her accent really well And has wanderlust like country vines And leaves teethmarks like a fistfight This love
Fordítás: Lee, Amos. Dél-lány.
Fordítás: Babyface. Dél-lány.