: Procedentes de Jalisco llegaron a Mazatlan eran tres gallos jugados que les gustaba pasear eran hombres del momento no les gustaba esperar dijo
: Procedentes de Jalisco llegaron a Mazatlan Eran 3 gallos fugados que les gustaba pasear Eran hombres del momento no les gustaba esperar Dijo Everardo
Procedentes de Jalisco llegaron a Mazatlan Eran 3 gallos fugados que les gustaba pasear Eran hombres del momento no les gustaba esperar Dijo Everardo
Procedentes de Jalisco llegaron a Mazatlan eran tres gallos jugados que les gustaba pasear eran hombres del momento no les gustaba esperar dijo Abelardo
: It hurts when you have to press that dull little thing That you're only supposed to use once and then discard Where do you put it? In the garbage can
: It hurts when you have to press that dull little thing that you're only supposed to use once and then discard. Where do you put it? In the garbage
: Black hole, white lines, it stained my time I'm too young to die Don't worry about me and don't cry Maybe today I'll make it alive Push me again Then
Oh, lady fair, your stranglin' hair Ribbons 'round my tongue I try to speak, my thoughts grow weak For all the yarns you?ve spun I heard them say that
It hurts when you have to press that dull little thing That you're only supposed to use once and then discard But where do you put it? In the garbage
It hurts when you have to press that dull little thing that you're only supposed to use once and then discard. Where do you put it? In the garbage can
Oh lady fair, your stranglin' hair ribbons 'round my tongue. i try to speak [but] my thoughts grow weak from all the yarns you've spun. i heard them say
Tradução: Nirvana. Galones de flujo Frotar alcohol a través de La Franja.
It hurts when you have to press that dull little thing That you're only supposed to use once and then discard Where do you put it? In the garbage can,
It hurts when you have to press that dull little thing that you're only supposed to use once and then discard. Where do you put it? In the garbage
It hurts when you have to press that dull little thing That you're only supposed to use once and then discard Where do you put it? In the garbage can
Black hole, white lines, it stained my time I'm too young to die Don't worry about me and don't cry Maybe today I'll make it alive Push me again Then