Dancing with an angel, standing by my side, talking with me Dancing with an angel and I hear that voice inside Dancing with an angel No, no dancing with an angel
Fordítás: Dupla Ön. Dancing With An Angel.
that they paint me with sunk leather seats softer than an angels kiss but the devil red, tires double tread I'm posting parks up. that gets me double
through You want some, ooh You know I want to Baby, we can have fun too I love the way you make it slither, baby Well, she asked me for a lap dance
Era, test me Louieville slugger, you'll get buried in my era Got that natty on, tighter than a magnum Walk in the club saggin' with a 38 magnum Red Ralph Laurens, the double
's no one else that matters, you love me And I won't let you fall girl, let you fall girl I won't let you fall, let you fall, let you fall Yeah yeah,
that you're seeing Overall size of the particle density As it corresponds to the mission intensity Well over 400 factors with gradients Come into play with
does you a huge favor And he sells you that rabbit that's been sitting in his yard You fix it up, you trick it out, you give it rims, you give it bump
, gather sit and grin, weave All fair the most serene communication's pageant Where sitting with a stranger and living awards the badges I spell Marry with
requiring replies most facile and vacuous, with words nearly singed, with the heartbeat of passions, spew forth with the grace of a tart going under
Said during the day she's an art student She dances six nights a week for slobs and idiots like this Of course, present company excluded. On donner, on dancer
you blind when you're born? Can you see in the dark? Dare you look at a king? Would you sit on his throne? Can you
with candle, with book, and with bell? Were you Whittington's friend? The Pied Piper's assistant? Have you been an alumnus of Heaven and Hell? Are you mean like a minx? Are you
what a sap I was [Roxie Hart] You double-crosser! You big bluffer mouth! You promised you'd stay... [Amos Hart] What're you talking about? You've been
In the back of a record rack, there's an old double pack Twelve inches and black with an old crumpled cover But every track is stacked And it takes me
night (one night) Its gon be me you and the dance floor (dance floor) Cuz we only got one night (ohh) Double you pleasure Double your fun (yeah) And dance
neighbor does you a huge favor And he sells you that rabbit that's been sitting in his yard You fix it up, you trick it out, you give it rims You give
