li chiedendosi: perche? Amanda e un angelo che amava vivere Amanda e un angelo di un volo a meta Amanda e un angelo che amava vivere Amanda e un
li chiedendosi: perche? Amanda e un angelo che ama vivere Amanda e un angelo di un volo a meta Amanda e un angelo che ama vivere Amanda e un angelo di
Let's go back to my place, Open up a bottle of wine We can move it slow, yeah, I know you like to take your time We'll let Miles Davis play us into the
I have a bottle of wine and a secret That I'd like to share with you Give me an hour or two and I'd tell you the truth I will wait for you Up on the
I wanna wake you up I can hardly hear my footsteps In the falling darkness I can barely wait to see you In your apartment We were heading for the better
the hair on your shoulders and the age in your eyes CHORUS: Amanda light of my life Fate should of made you a gentlemen?s wife Amanda light of my life
[Choral:] Declining, all color fading Defining, time coming for me Rescinding, my inspiration Receding consciousness Set me free! [Amanda:] Back in the
(V. Jara, arr. by J. Baez) [I Remember Amanda] Te recuerdo Amanda La calle mojada Corriendo a la fabrica Donde trabajaba Manuel. La sonrisa ancha La
'd look really lovely at home Til somebody gonna come up and ask her To live happily ever after, Miss Amanda Jones On and on she goes Little Miss Amanda
(feat. Amanda Diva) [Amanda Diva:] These words are written in blood, on red and white lines Rhymes to the beat of a war drum that cries Like mothers
down She'd look really lovely at home Til somebody gonna come up and ask her To live happily ever after, Miss amanda jones On and on she goes Little miss amanda
Don't know what you really got. It's hard to stay and not pretend. You can't make sense in what you thought. It seems I can't comprehend. Well I'm happy
I love this place But it's haunted without you My tired heart Is beating so slow Our hearts sing less than We wanted, we wanted Our hearts sing 'cause
Might like you better if we slept together Might like you better if we slept together Might like you better if we slept together Might like you better
[Amanda Diva:] These words are written in blood, on red and white lines Rhymes to the beat of a war drum that cries Like mothers whose sons were sent
Hey ya Virgil Spencer's got a nineteen-inch Hitachi And many demons lingering Friday night he pulled a gun to change the channel Something that he picked
