big mess you're in. So, shake it like a shaking thing that you never had, And try to make out life is good when life is something bad. Spin 'round like a
Tradução: Se preguntan cosas, la. A Wish Away (Original).
Tradução: Se preguntan cosas, la. A Wish Away (Grin).
Tradução: Se preguntan cosas, la. Un deseo fuera.
, what a sorry sight A pitiful plight, so I pray for a starry night Please send me a pops before puberty the things I wouldn't do to see a piece of family
up Mentally endangered I can't stay away from a razor I just want my face in a paper I wish a nigga had a grenade to squeeze tight to awake neighbors
anybody any harm, I might make it back home alive. I'm the oldest son of a crazy man, I'm in a cowboy band Got a pile of sins to pay for and I ain't
So raise up off the prozac, tryin' to make a come-back I diss 'en in a minute cause I'm a woman and I can do that A born rapping lunatic, I'm proud and
fucked up, mentally endangered I can't stay away from a razor, I just want my face in a paper I wish a nigga had a grenade to squeeze tight To awake
a leg baby falling stars, up in the sky make a wish and make it you and i no, that's a love thing it's all advance and stuff if you don't want a ring
anybody any harm I might make it back home alive I'm the oldest son of a crazy man I'm in a cowboy band Got a pile of sins to pay for and I ain't got
and on the streets. Bunny bunny wanted a rat tail, not a bushy cotton tail. Bunny bunny wanted to screech, like a rat, instead of a bunny. Bunny wanted
myself, what a sorry sight A pitiful plight, so I pray for a starry night Please send me a pops before puberty The things I would do to see a piece of
get one way to know A night I wish I'd got back then The easy way to wrong is never right. Wonderful! I should have sung it like that Wonderful! I should
your imagination Girls and boys, before you wish for what you wish for There's a list for who's been Naughty or nice but consider the price to an elf A
Mentally endangered I can't stay away from a razor I just want my face in a paper I wish a nigga had a grenade to squeeze tight to awake neighbors for
trees Bent over backwards in a hurricane breeze Not a word, a goodbye, not even a note She's gone with the man in the long black coat Somebody seem him
They keep trying to take a stand, but falling down, Crawling round with that cup in a shaking hand, It takes the hard stuff to make a man And soft drinks
