the purest of flowers They've got love for sale The money they earn when everybody want's them Money for pleasure, pleasure and pain They've got love for sale
me E io attendo che sia amore, sai Ma io sono con te ogni giorno Perche di te ho bisogno Non voglio di piu Acqua e sale Mi fai bere Con un colpo mi
n'est triste, plus rien n'est grave. Si j'ai ton corps comme un torrent de lave, Ma memoire sale dans son fleuve de boue. Lave, Lave, Ma memoire sale
ces racistes hors de nos terres. (Sales racistes, change ton style raciste.) (Sales racistes, change ton style raciste.) (Sales racistes, change ton style raciste.) (Sales
Oh jumble sale mums, what are they on? Kids walk round like they're half asleep And they've got somebody else's clothes on Jumble sale dads, boil in
morning I rolled out of bed I felt like a dog who's been kicked in the head Checked out my mail there was letter that read Love for sale, love for sale
sale Who would buy? Who would like to sample my surprise? Love for sale ... (longer instrumental part) Love for sale Advertising young love for sale Love for sale
des caillou refrain brasco : mais ou tu veux que j'aille chez moi c'est ici ma tess a sont charme ses codes explicites j'ai les mains sales je n'y
il sale della vita amo il sale dell'amore amo il sale che c'e in te i tuoi occhi sono pieni di sale i tuoi occhi sono pieni di sale di quel sale mattutino
These are the sounds of things that are past...
smile becomes a smirk, I go to work. Love for sale, appetizing young love for sale Love that's fresh and still unspoiled Love that's only slightly spoiled Love for sale
les insultes que je te voudrais [REFRAIN] Sale connasse Dans mes reves tu creves Sale connasse Dans mes reves tu creves Sale connasse Dans mes reves tu creves Sale
Je m'reveille en sursaut J'ai failli m'etouffer J'ai de l'omelette au vin colee sur l'oreiller Mes draps sont inondes ca remugle severe C'est plus une
tu veux vivre faut en avoir Mon pote Fresh a les mains sales Mon pote Luciano a les mains sales Et pourquoi les mains sales Un ?il sur le monde un ?il sur mes finances 97 sale
lo so. Ora che tu non ci sei ninete e piu come vorrei. Tra nuvole e sale ti cerchero ti inventero tra nuvole e sale... Tra nuvole e sale... ti cerchero
Sale petit bonhomme, il ne portait plus d'ailes, Plus de bandeau sur l'?il et d'un huissier modele, Arborait les sombres habits Des qu'il avait connu
Music Publishing - Milano | Universal Music Publishing - Milano Disk: 1971_Rileggendo vecchie lettere d'amore - 11 Arrangiamento: Giampiero Boneschi Sapore di sale