That was the last time I ever saw her Through a shop window, sleeves to her elbows I walked past and kept on walking And lit a smoke with my hands shaking
That was the last time I ever saw her- through a shop window, sleeves to her elbows. I walked past and kept on walking and lit a smoke with my hands shaking
That was the last time I ever saw her- through a shop window, sleeves to her elbows. I walked past and kept on walking and lit a smoke with my hands
sabor de tus labios el recuerdo de un buen vino como el sol de otono calienta tu presencia a mi vivir irresistible melodia que no puedo parar de cantar y suena mi guitarra
llorando mi guitarra te deja oir su voz y al ver que inutilmente te envio mis palabras llorando mi guitarra te deja oir su voz.... llora guitarra por
: Yo se que tienes celos de mi guitarra yo se que lloran tus ojos cuando me ves abrazarla asi yo se que tienes nina, herida el alma yo se que por las
, buried in my brains I send this song to wherever you are, As my guitar lies bleeding in my arms As my guitar lies bleeding in my arms As my guitar
: (Instrumental)
[Intro: Ghostface Killah *talking to himself*] Aiyo, what's wrong man? (Ain't na---, man Yo these niggaz over here frontin' on me and shit Talkin' bout
I'm up every morning Before the sunshine comes rollin' in When that rooster starts crowin' And that reminds me I need to feed him And every day is the
every day We can play on my brown guitar We can play every day We can play at being lovers We can play every day We can play on my brown guitar You
love my guitar, and she loves me. I love my guitar, cause she won't break up. I love my guitar, and she loves me. I love my guitar! My guitar.
the garbage and Your mama jumped out, screamin' "Don't come back no more" I can't take it My guitar wants to kill your mama My guitar wants to kill your mama My guitar
strum a chord on my guitar Well, my guitar is love And my guitar's all I need And my guitar's so special 'Cause it plays the songs, not me Well, I can take my guitar
the feelings buried in my brains I send this song to you, everyone As my guitar lies bleeding in my arms As my guitar lies bleeding in my arms As my guitar
Everytime I look into you it tears me up inside Got a hunger for ya, woman, that just can't be denied Don't tell me no, ain't my kind of answer Don't
I'm happy if I have with me You and my old guitar We've travelled the roads together Leading to lands afar Singing in all kinds of weather And strumming my old guitar
I'm gonna sit on the porch and pick on my old guitar I'm gonna lay on my back and laugh at my lucky star And then I'm gonna fly away and never come back
