think I'll never be what you want me to be (Just to be who I am) What do you want me to be? You'll be on your knees Tell me Tell me it's not true
Tradução: Faith No More. Ella no me ama.
Tradução: Faith No More. Ella me ama no me quiere.
I think I'll never be what you want me to be (Just to be who I am) What do you want me to be? You'll be on your knees Tell me Tell me it's not true
our main distraction Thanks for asking, actually I can?t stand her Who is she? She draws every man and every woman From every land to her temple of Diana (it?s true) She
It's funny cause money is the only god he trust And she say that she a Christian, but I can't tell She ain't depending on God, she depend on male 1 stack
be the next in line Tell me your size, let me find you things with you in mind I can see you're cautious and I'm careful not to scare you But anticipation of love
over my wicked ways Time after time I know we tried But losing this life everyday And I don't wanna go out like that not me, Lately Bone got what you
not parted Her splintered loss rekindles rage The winter frost dwindles across my stage Lit up once more to score finales started Love would have conquered all Love
fatal tragedy was talked about for years" Victoria's gone forever Only memories remain She passed away She was so young Without love Without truth There can be no turning back Without faith
This fatal tragedy was talked about for years" Victoria`s gone forever Only memories remain She passed away She was so young Without love Without truth There can be nothing back Without faith
my deepest fright She walked into the night She turned for one last look She looked me in the eye I said, 'i love you... good-bye.' Please don't go [
the mistake we made But she was just a picture in the photograph So she walked in the baby's room Knowing what she should do leaves me in absolute horror She
: Woo! Uhh, uhh It's "The Gift & the Curse" Uhh, uhh yea First they love me then they hate me then they love me again .. they love me again Let's take
s meant to be, be But she loves her work more than she does me And honestly, at twenty-three I would probably love my work more than I did she So B, ain
on the roof Her beauty and the moonlight overthrough ya She tied you to her kitchen chair She broke your throne and she cut your hair And from your lips she
