but not them Oh, but not them, oh, but not them But not them, but not them Oh, but not them, oh, but not them But not them, but not them
Traduction: Les Créatures. Mais ne pas les.
been denied them But not him ? Oh not him He hates the girl and she hates the girl Because something weak implied They fought to push them aside them But not
the speakers I'm hopin this reach ya you are the flawless creature I'm in awe from all of those features regardless to all them, I appease her you is a dime to them
might not know exactly how I feel, But if I could, I'd bring you to the mountaintop, girl, And build you a house made out of stainless steel. But it'
It was the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse The stockings were hung by the chimney with
(Henry Livingston, 1808) 'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were
off with your children. [Mob:] {gasp} [Gaston:] He'll come after them in the night. [Belle:] No! [Gaston:] We're not safe
T'was the night before Christmas,when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, --not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney
He was a light star Tripping on a high wire Bulldog stubborn, born uneven A classless creature, a man for all seasons But don't bet them They can't take
garden Inside we eat creatures Our hearts begin to harden A glowing hypnotist sells us a beauty we don?t need We give our days to nothing But we?re not
The parts of a flower are so constructed That very very often the wind will cause pollenation If not, then a bee or any other nectar gathering Creature
the crucifix hanging on my wall You hear yourself screaming,but nothing's coming out I'm afraid of the shadows dancing on my wall I hear them laughing at me,but
believe All things are possible on Christmas eve [Lil' Romeo:] ok It was a night before christmas and all through the house not a creature was stirring not
as a bizarrely costumed chin popped slowly forth, Clearly dribbling from its eyes. Galvanized, our narrator began to struggle to his feet, but too late: Eyes met, and the creature
net of words could carry this to you But you had me once before When I waited by your gated golden door Not long before I'd learn not to linger where
be coming, and knocking at my door. Not looking for no trouble. Not asking for a war. Giving much respect to our creators, yes they are, little aliens but