you are the place where I can take it easy and live scenes like it feels I?ll feel so real beautifull we?ll be love making if I pay babe you are a scene
June, easy, beautifull, named after May Barcelona is indeed a perfect place for spring, peaches, orange trees Ciutadella, words I found? noon, June was
You?re easy as they say you?re such a simple thing they made you plug & play so much of my life you contain it takes a lot to give you away I lost you
Dawn, your two star job is on this two star life goes on your boss is on the phone old canvasser on the road alone, and it?s cold missing your home so
Downtown is nowhere to dream should I let you know?? somehow you don't want to be there when the feeling shows some will be going unaware, some may be
I won?t get you out of my mind way to go, it?s the right time let us jump out of the lines say girl, you gotta give us roses and smiles, fireworks in
little things to take away for a different time and place, to save glittering blue all the way for another grey today little dream to save away of a perfect
Late night call as an accident drunk as an alibi you can?t find your way home late night words promesses, hurting me so drunk angel on the phone please
Waking up today looks like day after day hey, I love your way a new day everyday playing it as a saying in May, come what may if you sway my way it is
you say you will you have no ticket still, you say you will but may not leave untill the stars? urge you to get in a fast car and drive urge you to give
there was a time you would say ?I?m sorry? when you decided not to loose yourself that was the time I wouldn?t worry I wouldn?t mind knowing you?re out
be In a club with you In 1973 Singing, "Here we go again" And though time goes by I will always be In a club with you In 1973
Celles qui ont envoye du riz En Ethiopie, en Somalie Celles qui disaient "tu comprends pas" Les filles de 1973 ont trente ans lalalala Les filles de 1973
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Some people call me the space cowboy, yeah Some call me the gangster of love Some people call me Maurice Cause I speak of the pompitous of love People
Some people call me the space cowboy, yeah Some call me the gangster of love Some people call me Maurice 'Cause I speak of the pompitous of love People
My dark hour My dark hour, you know it's drivin' me wild Well, well, I went to see the doctor And I had my fortune read And you know the doctor told
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