: Theres a gem in every person and theres a gem in I, Everybodys got a soft spot, even the porcupine Dont listen to the rhythm, Dont think about these
: I've been wasting my vacation Flipping through these hundred stations And my body's fine But my head's seen better days Well your wake was pretty
I cannot be without Heard enough to reason Muted every sence Through the interference I'm ready to recieve A glimmer of white promise Found in you a gem
that of diamonds and guns and now gems pulls Gats like a base head, pulls on stems the Mobb got the bomb Run out and tell a friend drop a gem on 'em
These ribs are now prison bars Or a treasure chest, a lock waiting on key I found this center inside It's being torn apart by arrows pulling in all directions
fidiri fidirallalalala. 2. Es geht nichts über die Gemütlichkeit wenn der Fürstand mit uns Burschen dann zum Kegeln geiht. 3. Es geht nichts über die Gem
?t preach Unless he found something he believed would last That he believed could the hands of time I?m trying to find a way to make him mine What a gem
Back across the ocean A dark thought that lingers inside you You left a crack in the doorway What motivation propels you? If that seal is torn, our fate
unstrung was his bow And he sighed for Finvola, the gem of the Roe The gem of the Roe, the gem of the Roe And he sighed for Finvola, the gem of the Roe
gem of a bird Sits in my pocket whispers to me wonderful words The most magnificent words I have a gem of a bird, I have a gem of a bird But I know better
like glass They want it fast but they don't want flaws I'm a girl's best friend Can you cut, I can cut, 'cause I'm a rough gem who lives in those lights
des galipettes. Refrain x2: Gem Le moch' Les vieilles sous les yeux qu'ont des poches. Gem Le moch' Les grosses avec de la brioche. Gem Le moch' Les
Back across the ocean. A dark thought that lingers inside you. You left a crack in the doorway. What motivation propels you? If that seal is torn, our
Theres a gem in every person and theres a gem in I, Everybodys got a soft spot, even the porcupine Dont listen to the rhythm, Dont think about these words
I've been wasting my vacation Flipping through these hundred stations And my body's fine But my head's seen better days Well your wake was pretty boring
that of diamonds and guns and now gems pulls gats like a basehead pulls on stems the Mobb got the bomb run out and tell a friend Drop A Gem On Em..
Tradução: Bill Anderson. Gema soleado.
