no, don't pretend that You can justify the pain and the cries it's all too late, my dear your face now like a photograph when it's all too late ...just
should I'll give you all night movie marathon and a triple expresso so you can stay awake it might be late - but it's never too late for that lovin
My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I? Got out of bed at all The morning rain clouds up my window And I can't see at all And even if I could it'd all
ufufufu! S: lemon tea (remon tii) chodai Te: o-suki nan Desu ka? Lemon tea wa? S: so desu ne. Te: lemon tea Chodai no I no Ikuko-chan ga hai! Watashi
put some toast on What are we living for? Two-roomed apartment on the second floor No chance to emigrate I'm deep in debt and now it's much too late
mind if I don't (Sippin' somethin' wild for an hour) Don't, don't mind if I don't (Two, three, four) Hope you don't mind if I don't (Baby, all day long
, I've got baggage Life's too short, babe time is flying I'm looking for baggage that goes with mine I should tell you I've got baggage too I should
shouldn't be dead, she was too busy talking Busy talking, busy talking They can fill a cup or two and still disturb the peace It's never made it all
fusha parriallis hockey sized duffel bag, for touring, I got Elizabeth Arden products for touring , I got MAC make-up and lots of clothes?for touring ,
from drowning. Now it's too late, I'm on a thousand downers, now. I'm drowsy' and all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call. I hope you know I ripped ALL
from drowning Now it's too late - I'm on a 1000 downers now, I'm drowsy and all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call I hope you know I ripped ALL of
and my shadow) Closer than smog is to all of L.A. Closer than Ricky to confessing he's gay Not a soul can bust this team in two We stick together like
the first time you looked into my eyes all the nights we spent together in all the dreams blew up my mind I had to hide my desire, now after all that
the hilt, Says Miss Home, Home, Evelyn Home. Dear blue-eyes of Scunthorpe, hear what I must state, For grief and contrition it's really too late, Unless
for control The gentleness between the one-legged man and his monstrous wife Almost too much for me Is gentleness too much for us Should gentleness be filed along with empathy We feel for
of these niggaz snortin' cain And really don't know which way to go Confused, you'll abuse anybody for a fix Hits go for ten bucks, go for twenty and
