He lied to every one What's easier than sleep? What's harder than a song? And in the start She stole him from the water It's every mother's way. A lie
Tulkojums: Adam Atkal. Ik Mātes Way.
with punked out whip Like my company Delorean's the shit Skipper's out of happy pills again, he's in the neighbors garbage (ah Skippy) He's making
is quite common in uh, today's society Phyllis: It's like Adam and Eve and the apple . . . Finally, here's my monster . . . after all this time . . . Don: That's
is quite common in uh, today's society Phyllis: It's like Adam and Eve and the apple . . . Finally, here's my monster . . . after all this time . . .
's earlier So this song is for him, and to him And for all the fatherless children in the world The mother's who raised us, the people who love us [Verse 1] It's