in me I envy the power you have My hearts stirring so just kiss me One last time before you go If I let you leave promise you'll return to me darling
was fine but this night I want it to be the best night of our lives Sweet Darling this is my confession to the crimes of wanting you badly And Darlin
in me I envy The power You have My hearts stirring So just kiss me One last time Before you go If I let you leave Promise you'll return to me Darling
Traduction: Entre les arbres. One Last Time (Ii Darlin ').
Traduction: Entre les arbres. Darlin '.
gone want to stay Weed makes me hungry, happy, and all I can say Sure I need some more Don't make we wait, stay awake, fake sleep, got the weed between
Our story begins on a sunday afternoon Just between halfway tree and spanish town Where a young boy Not yet the cock o? the walk that he would soon become
A regular picturesque Postcardy mountain Residing between lovely Rosamond and Gorman With his stunning wife ETHELL, A tree! A tree! BILLY was a mountain ETHELL was a tree
eyes can't keep off the timekeepers. Second hand every angle. What's keeping you waiting? Usually out before I open my eyes. Why did you pick today? To epilate between
see what you made me see Still climbing trees, tripping up over fallen leaves, but Holding hands, no one else could ever understand What it's like between us And that?s betweens
out by best friends and excluded Spend his cold dark days alone and secluded What life is about Thoughts running between confusion and doubt Fading gradually like a tree
Zora and Rooster under peach tree They K-I-SS-I-N-G Wow, first came he love Now then comes the marriage One baby, two baby, three baby carriage baby
gone want to stay Weed makes me hungry, happy and all I can say Sure I need some more Don't make me wait, stay awake, fake sleep Got the weed between
what you make me see Still climbing trees, tripping up over fallen leaves But holding hands No one else could ever understand What it's like between us, and that's between
Our story beings on a Sunday afternoon Just between Halfway Tree and Spanish Town Where a young boy, not yet the cock of the walk That he would soon become
boredom In between the seas Their taxis, man, have been following you They chase you down the street Your borders cross from the center of town It looks like a Christmas tree