: A song to play when I'm lonely Win and never play a game again No one to face when I'm falling Holding tight to dreams that never end I'll be you I
: (M.Leonard & H.Martin) I'm all smiles, darling You'd be too If you knew, darling All of the smiles were for you I'm all chills, darling Through and
but deaf He talks of San Francisco, he's from Hunter's Bar I don't quite know the distance But I'm sure that's far Yeah I'm sure that's pretty far And
: Stop making the eyes at me, I'll stop making the eyes at you And what it is that surprises me is that I don't really want you to And your shoulders
at its peak, when you're coming up to speak And oh I'm so tense, never tenser Could all go a bit Frank Spencer And I'm talking gibberish Tip of the
: Get on your dancing shoes There's one thing on your mind Hoping they?re looking for you Sure you'll be rummaging' through And the shit, shock, horror
Oh those silly boys in blue Well they won't catch me and you Have you been drinking, son You don't look old enough to me I'm sorry, officer Is there
are the big rocket launcher and I'm just the shotgun Well I ain't got no dollar signs in my eyes That might be a surprise but it's true That I'm not
away Oh, but it's right hard to remember That on a day like today when you're all argumentative And you've got the face on Well now then Mardy Bum Oh I'm
: Well oh they might wear classic Reeboks Or knackered Converse Or tracky bottoms tucked in socks But all of that's what the point is not The point's
I said he's a scumbag, don't you know! Although you're trying not to listen Overt your eyes and staring at the ground She makes a subtle proposition "I'm
ever so funny Coz I don't think you're special I don't think you're cool you're just probably alright But under these lights you look beautiful And I'm
pound fifty We've only gone about a yard Didn't you see she were gorgeous She were beyond belief But this lad at the side drinking his Smirnoff Ice Came and paid for her Tropical Reef But I'm
I think they want it all to kick off They want, arms flying everywhere and Bottles aswell it's just Something to talk about A story to tell you Well I'm
: Anticipation has a habit to set you up For disappointment in evening entertainment but Tonight there'll be some love Tonight there'll be a ruckus yeah
: Mean people suck Mean people suck Mean people suck Mean people suck.....
sbires. Saches que ce a quoi j'aspire, c'est ce que les miens respirent. Refrain (x4) : "...I make music for my people...." "...cause that's my people
: Pull up the people, pull up the poor Pull up the people, pull up the poor Pull up the people, pull up the poor Pull up the people, pull up the poor
