Tradução: Caifanes. En el otro lado.
me, girl, can't you see I want you for my beauty queen You are so true, pretty baby I love the things you say and do You treat others so kind And
[Intro:] My love is a stepping up(my love is a stepping up)I know My love is stepping up [Chorus:] It's growing, this love inside of me Oh and it's
ALL Too bad we couldn't stay in Moscow, Moscow, it's goodbye. Down with the Emma. V.D., And on with the Effa. B.I. Too bad we couldn't stay in Moscow
Boy, I will be your sexy silk Wrap me around, 'round, 'round, 'round I'll be your pussycat licking at your milk Right now down, down, down Oh, a kiss
of me there ain't nothing short of wisdom there ain't nothing short of wisdom in your hot black silk hot black silk hot black silk hot black silk
degout par dessus tout J'attends tes desirs pour en finir Tu es Loretta Young silks Tu te deguises quand tu aimes Tu es loretta Young silks Sous
[Verse 1:] Could we get a room on the southside of the ghetto. Could we make sweet love while in the forest or the meadow. Can we get it on get it on
Everytime I think about all the little freaky things you do Makes me wanna touch you girl makes me wanna brush up into your Even though I'm hanging out
Tonight We can get into Anything and everything you like I think We should get into some Silk
: Boy, I will be your sexy silk Wrap me around, 'round, 'round, 'round I'll be your pussycat licking at your milk Right now down, down, down Oh, a kiss
For A While, While Having A Smackstyle, Beat-Box School. Will You Shoot This Fool Because The World Doesn't Recognise Your Fake ID, And Will You Understand With The Other
tickets smiles and whispers good luck Cuddle up angel cuddle up my little dove We?ll ride down baby into this tunnel of love I can feel the soft silk
I saw his face I've loved that soldier boy." Perhaps your soldier lad is lost Sailing over the sea of Maine. Or perhaps he is gone with some other lover
almost everything you see. and I'm drowning through sorrow - you recognize me - be me for a change (fucked) under the silk, in a box of pine, and that's dying - not a single other
: Working on the late shift, first drink of the day. Pull a chair up to the table, have to look the other way. What kind of place am I in? And who'
: The wind is on the river and the tide has turned too late, so we're sailing for another shore where some other ladies wait. To throw us silken whispers
