Your life was more than mine, like a proud shooting star, into the night, she crashed through the airwaves and ripped like a knife, it was a bad disease
Fordítás: A Starting Line. Hold On (Piano Song).
Fordítás: A Starting Line. Piano Song.
Her life was more than mine, Like a proud shooting star into the night, She crashed through the airwaves and ripped like a knife. It was a bad disease
ve now reached The three-and-a-half minute mark of this song Radio stations may begin your fade here For those that would like help, we will start your
Nice play, just too bad it's your last Couple bundles of D and 200 cash to sack you in the grass So watch the teams line up, shake hands, guess the
thought of it that way. Well, what do you find in pies? Don: Rhubard, apples, cherries... Kermit: That's it then. Don: You mean... (starts to play the piano
them, for they don't know right from wrong The truth will set you free, written down in this song And the song has the Cause of Death written in code
played our second show Where nobody knew us, so nobody noticed The songs that the band didn?t know We were eatin? up the white lines, makin? good time Diggin? the songs
race, before monkeys had human traits I mastered numerology, big band theology Performed lobotomies with telekinetic psychology Invented the mic so I can start
I got to hand it to me Looks like it's me and you again tonight, Rosie. Well, I guess I might have known from the start she'd come for a star But I told
Gary McCracken; L-- Pye DuBois) Doug Riley: Piano and Synthesizer Lyrics submitted by Billy Reed. Any other lyrics you see posted all over the net starting
[swizz beatz] Let's get it started, get it started Let's keep it started, keep it started Yeah, yeah, violater the album Go, go, go!! [l boogie] This
my knees And roll my stockings down And all that jazz Start the car I know a whoopee spot Where the gin is cold But the piano's hot It's just a noisy
