Is that a turntable? Well, get on it it's your turn Who gets laid, the chicken or the egg? How about the MC that has just been led To a renegade teacher
From the brightest star comes the blackest hole You had so much to offer, why did you offer your soul? I was there for you baby when you needed my help
You're down there shooting blanks From broken guns You fire all day long And still not hit a fucking one Don't wanna know what Some sick [Incomprehensible
Dinner whispers, "come and get it", poses on a plate We shot it twice with anesthetic, still it bites the waiters Till they're bleeding in the loo So
Maybe in you I'll believe Maybe I'll believe in you The future of my understanding of love Many a time I've before Before I've many a time Knocked a stranger
I can tell, by the way you're pushing crumbs around the table You're not listening to me And you say, that you have come as far as you are able But you
Don't take me for no sunbeam Don't take me for a sunbeam Sunbeam, sunbeam Just another faction of How can all the fraction of Now they tax you all your
Lord bless your children who walk in perfection who manage to Master your will Give them their share of sweet milk and wild honey Provide bread of life
Get up in the morning 'bout a quarter to nine Get home in the evenin', too tired to make time Give me the lovin', I've been waiting for all day You're
I waited for you No one helped me through I can't believe in you And nothing is true Following you around Shoveling through our problems I don't hate
Some nights my room's dark Some nights my room's dark Some nights my room's dark Some nights my room's dark Some nights my room's dark Some nights my
Briciole di baci Briciole d'amore volano nell'aria e con un gaio mulinello si rincorrono nel vento. Queste briciole di baci, briciole di gioia nascono
Mentre soffoco dal caldo, ti avvici e come un gatto, balzi sopra i miei pensieri e mi confondi, come al solito, sai prendermi mietolico, sorridi quando
Briciola il tuo primo vero nome eri tanto piccino da sembrare un fatto strano dopo una guerra appena finita le sue trecce bionde erano la vita Briciola
Don't take me for no sunbeam Don't take me for no sunbeam No sunbeam no sunbeam Another faction of And no detection of Another tax out of your life
Quante cose ci dividono lo sai oggi che abbiamo fretta ed amarsi e difficile i tuoi occhi che sorridono a meta calamitano azioni e parole le solite...
Mh... dimmelo tu dai grandi occhi blu se e amore pensaci su, se val la pena provare mi troverai cosi, sospeso a immaginare desiderandoti iniziero a baciare