Sorry that we took so long You probably thought we forgot your song It makes us smile Just so you know To see your eyes at our shows I wrote this song
well i live in a car, yeah i live in a car well i ain't got no television set or stereo cos i live in a car don't try to call me up on the telephone cos
You're flat on your face In a field fifty feet from a burning Cadillac At least you were thrown clear Cause I'm still stuck in here I take off my
You're flat on your face In a field fifty feet from a burning Cadillac At least you were thrown clear Cause I'm still stuck in here I take off my shoes
Tricky & Costanza: You leave me hungry Wanting more Am I thirsty I wasn?t sure See me driving Through the rain Why am I driving I can?t explain In my
You're a precious stone You're out on your own You know everyone in the world But you feel alone Daddy won't let you weep Daddy won't let you ache Daddy
Everything I put into this box Says we're moving All these photographs and books and clocks What are we doing You and I in Separate cars Where are we
The moon has blocked the sun. That I haven?t seen for days. It walks the street as the chimneys burn. Ill drink some beers as I find my way My way
Sometimes you're lost You find you're on your own When you look and see the life that you could live She won't let you down She will show you how to love
In the board room the quiet man takes a Second to think what to do He's out of his seat and he's starting to speak And he hears his own voice For
Moscow's still red The young man's dead Gone to heaven instead The evening news Says he was confused The motorways will all merge soon Lottery winner
Ah ah ah ah a far l'amore comincia tu Ah ah ah ah a far l'amore comincia tu... Se lui di porta su un letto vuoto il vuoto daglielo indietro a lui
Depuis le plus tendre des ages, Par monts et par vaux, je voyage. De tout les moyens de transport, L'avion fait sans dout' le plus sport, Mais, malgre
My buddy Blake was All-State With dreams of the NFL Jenny McClain had pig brains She got a scholarship to Yale. Then there was Herschel Did two commercials
Brandy: RJ pick up Fred Jerkins: Hello Brandy: Rodney? Fred Jerkins: It's Fred. Brandy: Ah, sorry. Hi Freddy Fred Jerkins: What's the deal B. Rocka
My sister's in the front seat with an ice cream cone My ma's in the black seat sittin' all alone As my pa steers her slow out of the lot For a test drive
We took off that sunny day packed our thigs and went away me and friends in daddy's car to find out how summers are found a card to send from wherever
