(Cole)L'aria che respiro mentre la giri e da non credere,Roma e il malessere e puzza di cadavere,d'amore sconvolgente piu del crew notorio, truce suono
this all about? And I can't believe you're hurting me I met your girl what a difference What you seen in her you ain't seen in me But I guess it was
it wouldn't be make-believe If you believed in me Without your love It's a honky-tonk parade Without your love It's a melody played in a penny arcade It
with love in it is rich indeed although there are a thousand things that house may need The carpet may be old, the room so plain and bare and yet it'
a shits! I need a body rope! I need some groupie love! I wanna fuck a girl, let her see the fuckin' stars! (Cole)Dammi una stronza che mi porta alla
Tradução: Nat King Cole. Usted lo llama locura (pero yo lo llamo amor).
playing games, whats this all about And I can't believe, Your hurting me I met your girl, what a difference What you see in her You aint see in me But i guess it
