I like the feel of your name on my lips And I like the sound of your sweet gentle kiss The way that your fingers run through my hair And how your sip
I like the feel of your name on my lips I like the sound of your sweet gentle kiss The way that your fingers run through my hair And how your scent lingers
Tradução: Bandas sonoras. Estos son los buenos tiempos - Eric Martin.
Tradução: 54 soundtrack. Estos son los buenos tiempos - Eric Martin.
: Woman of thirty seeing the sun Packed up her suitcase started to run Looking for someone looking for none Pack up and drive away It was her birthday
: (Eric Martin, Andre Pessis, Joey Tempest) I'd bet my soul on a roll of a dice I hit the ground runnin' And I never think twice I'd brave the heat
coffre, po ofini kaka ba e ba kufa malili ya bolingo. Maitre Giles l'initiateur, le pacificateur Vital Kamere,le maitre Christophe muzugu,oh! Souletani Souleymane transport en commun, Eric
der So Eric B. we are Microphone fiend It's the return of thee God Peace God... (Auh! Auh!) And ain't nobody fresher I'm in Mason (Ah!) Martin Margiela
Verse 2: Jay-Z] We are, yeah, I said it, we are You can call me Caesar in a dark Caesar Please follow the leaderso Eric B we are Microphone fiend it's
leader, so Eric B we are Microphone fiend, it's the return of the God, peace God And ain't nobody fresher I'm in Maison, uh, Martin Margiela On the table
the leader So Eric B. we are Microphone fiend It's the return of the god Peace god... (Auh! Auh!) And ain't nobody fresher I'm in Mason (Ah!) Martin Margiela
: Music: Rudolf Schenker, Eric Bazilian Lyrics: Klaus Meine, Eric Bazilian Good times bad times Bad times good times We were twisting Chubby Checker
: [Music and lyrics by Martin Eric Ain] [originally performed by Celtic Frost]
I lost my fitted when the wind blew Down in Miami, when we floss, no Winstons Looking for some ice cream, hooked on the night scene Way back when Eric
and if aint D-roc on the side of me we ?? bitch cant even buy from me They call me crip, his name eric hi's the capper since the 8th grade he said he
the leader, so Eric B. we are Microphone fiend, it's the return of the god, peace god Uh, uh, and ain't nobody fresher I'm in Mason, uh, Martin Margiela
t there D-Roc on the side of me We [Incomprehensible] bitch can't even buy from me They call me Crip, his name Eric he's the capper Since the eigth grade
Please follow the leader, so Eric B we are Microphone fiend, it?s the return of the God, peace God And ain?t nobody fresher I?m in Maison, uh, Martin
