in the wood A soldier?s tale of soul winning love No drunken stuff spewing out of my mouth All over now, out Birdsong in the night The sound drags a
in the wood A soldier?s tale of soul winning love No drunken stuff spewing out of my mouth All over now out Birdsong in the night The sound drags a net
Traduction: Queen. Une Histoire du soldat.
soldiers Come up on the hills with the little boy soldiers Come out on the hills by little boy soldiers Come on outside, I'll sing you a lullaby Or tell a tale
mention new Range, no number An' you know the Rover, so move over, soldier Flavor Coca Cola, garage, the soda holder An' it's over, over, here's a clover
for the gutless Cause it's do or die You ask Who am i? I was a heartbreaker ever since junior high Eye of the public The brown be a suspect So the streets
'Cause it's a union of androgyny That lingers like the plague Know it's still a question of gender Imagine she's pretending that she's hooked on
wind that never ceases Mad cause they askin me for three dollar pieces How the fuck I'm suppoesed to come up Of a shy move Run up on a twenty and go get
(feat. Carmen Sandiego) [E.S.G.] Yeah you got it, I'm a hogg underground S.E.S. we next up, fuck who use to run the town Saw you and your soldier around
Maeve was a queen with a passion for war. She had riches and wealth, but still wanted more. She wanted the bull that dwelled in Cooley - a magnificent
Haute couture tin soldiers All from the same mould Ragdoll queens with perfect seams But your eyes are cold O, your eyes are cold A fair form with no
Traduction: Le Bon, La Brute \u0026amp; Le Queen. Histoire du soldat.
sballo con piu verve che cervello/ le giornate amo passare a fare addominali in panca/ le nottate invece in branda con signore sui cinquanta/ vendo a