rimes pour raconter, des rivieres de larmes qu'elle a versees Des Km de rimes pour raconter, toute cette souffrance qu'elle a enduree Des Km de rimes
T'en souvient-il, tordu, la grasse matinee Que tu vecus un jour de Mars en Gatinais ? Dans ce buffet de gare / estaminet, De desir une vieille garce t
I am here to tell you we can never meet again Simple really, isn't it, a word or two and then A lifetime of not knowing where or how or why or when You
Dieu va, le train d'la vie, on volera sur Air Paradis .... On volera sur Air Paradis .... Alors si nous ca rime, si nous ca rime si nous ca rime...
[Steve Harris] Hear the rime of the ancient mariner See his eye as he stops one of three Mesmerises one of the wedding guests Stay here and listen to
[Harris] Hear the rime of the Ancient Mariner See his eye as he stops one of three Mesmerises one of the wedding guests Stay here and listen the nightmares
Hear the rime of the ancient mariner See his eye as he stops one of three Mesmerises one of the wedding guests Stay here and listen to the nightmares
qui ont le point leve, malgre les ecorchures Puis pour les miens, mes potes, mes sistas de Salta au Cours-Ju Refrain : J'leve ma rime, a votre sante, j'leve ma rime
d'orage, Rimes pour trouver du courage J'fais des rimes parfois scenics,mais toujours sans haine, Des rimes a politique,ou des rimes pour dire "je t'aime" Je rime
(originally by John Anderson) There's a little boy, in our neighborhood. His name is Charlie Jackson, and he's really lookin' good. I had to go and see
Mama's cryin' again, her baby's nowhere to be found The world has gone and taken her away Daddy went and ran off with some white trash half his age Left
Hung my cotton dress on rusted wire Up there on Pelahatchie bridge Just a crazy roughnecks daughter Jumped head first into the water Baptized away my
Everybody's reachin' for something Every day a pullin' and (?) And always wantin' a little more Holdin' on to (?) like an anchor Treatin' those we love
Cross my heart and I swear the truth Love was dead to me until I met you I spent a lot of time building up these walls Then you come strutting in with
I need a good friend Well who died and crowned me everybody's everything? I'm even busting my butt through the weekend By the time I get home there's
Hush, hush Why don't you want to talk about it? Bitch, bitch You don't need to sugar coat it I don't want us to ever get To the point where we can'
Mama's high heels, cherry lipstick And a goodwill dress Play pretending, danced for the mirror A fairytale princess Chorus Pretty things are yours to
(feat. Marc Broussard) I would've slipped off my jeans And slipped on my heels If I knew I'd see you This diamond ring gets kinda loose Gotta watch myself