I tell you How do I tell you How can I tell you How could I tell you You're the one You're the one You're the one You're the one...
I tell you How do I tell you How can I tell you How could I tell you You're the one You're the one You're the one You're the one
Traduction: Lennon, John. Vous êtes The One.
you How do I tell you How do I tell you How can I tell you How could I tell you You're the one You're the one You're the one You're the one...
God! Good God! Amen . . . John Lennon: Okay? FZ: Sit down and cool it for a minute so you can hear what we're gonna do! John Lennon: Yeah, this is a
lie [chorus] You be good to me, i'll be good to you Anything you want, anything you do I got my eyes on you, and i'm in to you Give it all I got, and
(John Lennon) Everybody's talking and no one says a word Everybody's making love and no one really cares There's Nazis in the bathroom just below the
(John Lennon) Say you're looking for a place to go Where nobody knows your name You're looking for oblivion With one Eye on the Hall of Fame I don't
ooo wee! Nobody loves you when you're old and grey Nobody needs you when you're upside down Everybody's hollerin' 'bout their own birthday Everybody loves you when you're
are fulla crap You're full of beans, you're in your teens, you lost your momma's road map! Move over Ms. L. You know I wish you well Move over Ms. L
There you stand with your L.A. tan And your New York walk and your New York talk You're mother left you when you were small But you're gonna wish you
it out,' like Unk In my John Lennon chucks. That's when I heard Murder You're killin me, you're fillin me With sorrow, sunrise, "goobye"'s, And "missin you
Cover of John Lennon song "It's uh, 40. No, 20 years ago. John Lennon was killed. On this day, right? 19... 80? Was it the 8th, December 8th? Pretty
get money to kill time, dead clocks You're fucking with a nigga who don't give a fuck Empty the clip, then roll the window up Pussy niggas sweet, you
with a pie in they're oven Shit, to me, y'all a dime a dozen No time for buzzin', beat it, go find a husband Shit, that'll trick on you, buy you a ton