Cruel, cruel luck Oh so pure and sweet And so marvelous that You can't take Your two hands off it Yes, you wouldn't even try Cruel, cruel luck Oh so
comme des malades Un type assis d'vant sa tele Partout c'est l'insecurite "Encore les jeunes, ces encules! Et croyez-moi j'vais les matter..." Le type a sorti
It?s painful to realize, I?ve been on the back I?ve been hypnotized a while Troubled by the stack of untraveled miles I found out too little, I found
