't get out of your bed I know what I said I just changed my mind I can't leave you behind Just keep on doing what you were Before I mentioned her Wear your silver shorts
Tradução: Wedding Present, el. Pantalones cortos de plata.
can't get out of your bed I know what I said I just changed my mind I can't leave you behind Just keep on doing what you were Before I mentioned her Wear your silver shorts
in iron On a great silver beltway, democracy's shackled hands Seance that brought us together Objects we move with our minds Coat Check and I lost the number Short
: Remind me to tell you Bout the old silver miner Name of hard rock pete Had his house built on a slope They say one of his legs Lived in calico Ther
give a fuck about no one [Verse 2:] My phone ringin' and then I'm hittin' ignore You talk slick that's when I'm hittin' the floor The short chick, you
of yellow gold for frost bitten shades of silver-blue. Friends and lovers past and gone and no one waiting further on, I'm running short of things to
cry above the cold wind to Valhalla. Breakfast with the gods. Night angels serve with ice-bound majesty. Frozen flaking fish raw nerve in a cup of silver
maidens cry above the cold wind to Valhalla. Breakfast with the gods. Night angels serve with ice-bound majesty. Frozen flaking fish raw nerve in a cup of silver
you criminals! I've got to put you straight just like I did with my old man twenty years too late. Your bread and water's going cold. Your hair is too short
: Please, please don't tell my wife Bjork : Au revoir, ciao, auf wiedersehen Tony Ferrino : We must never meet again Bjork : Short time affair, heeeeeee aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ooooooooooooooo Tony Ferrino : Short
Tell me about it! Yeah! Yeah! A powder-blue Norfolk suit, I said a silver-plated wah-wah mute, Oh, he's shy on height, He's short on weight, But he's
us through your hood and any locality, head back to Queens Piped out seats, Oakwood mb cord speakers Bumpin' out old shit That made me think of Old Easters '86 in a le tigre short
the end of everything real My longest lasting love Meandering through your streets of maple shade oh Caving in, deep beneath your ponderous blades Your days are short
weezy, Young time brady, Open up your mouth and catch a bomb baby, Hehe good morning dude, Eagle street car in tune, Long joe, no short bread, no lorna
: (feat. Pharrell Williams) [Pharrell:] You can catch me riding down on a fuckin berrazano Ass out just like diallo diablo Hi hoe silver call that motherfucker
Blades will fade from blood to sport The heroin's cut these fuses short Smokers rode a colonial pig Drink and frame, this pain I think I'm melting silver