Uh, uh, uh baby Yeah babe Verse 1 Store is open boy, won't u come inside Try some goodies on aile 69 Your appetite for love, is what I like Oh, won't
Will Holt Spoken: A young man goes to Paris, as every young man should. There's something in the air of France that does a young man good. Chorus: On
Ai - ai - ai - ai - ai.... Love is fast like fingers flying Love is soft like years of crying While the spices interlace Love' s got a fresh strawberry
Written by Nate Wallace He ran fast with every ounce of he had as the girl made her way into the street. All at once images flashed through his mind
Le ha dato fragole buone, buone le ha dato fragole col limone, Simone lui adesso senza problemi mi ha rubato la fidanzata, ubriacata col rossetto li sulle
Tutto il tempo che c'e io vorrei passarlo con te un francobollo sarei per usarmi tu leccarmi dovrai vivo fino in fondo la vita anche se a volte e scostumata
Fragole infinite di cent'anni fa, auto gialle corrono nel blu l'orologio fermo sopra la citta' nella torre segna un'ora in piu'. Tu sei il profumo di
Moi ch't'une tete folle Mais elle s't'une fille pas mal grounde J'comme un pot d'colle Ye pas question qu'j'la laisse filer J'peux-tu marcher avec toi
(Will Holt) [Spoken:] A young man goes to Paris, as every young man should. There's something in the air of France that does a young man good. [Chorus
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Walking the tightrope Now no consequences Walking the tightrope Numb and defenceless I knocked on your door And you answered quite quickly Said I could
Let me feed them to you my dear Let us get closer than closer before The sweet taste of sugar Pours from my heart and my soul To never let you go Champagne
Piove da ieri e il vapore sui vetri nasconde i sentieri e il bosco, dove all'estate andavamo a dare calci alle pigne, e sotto alle vigne, di grappoli
Tulkojums: Fortis, Alberto. Infinite Zemenes.
Tulkojums: Asobi seksu. Zemenes.
