I like the feel of your name on my lips And I like the sound of your sweet gentle kiss The way that your fingers run through my hair And how your sip
I like the feel of your name on my lips I like the sound of your sweet gentle kiss The way that your fingers run through my hair And how your scent lingers
Traduction: BO. These Are The Good Times - Eric Martin.
Traduction: 54 BO. These Are The Good Times - Eric Martin.
follow the leader, so Eric B we are Microphone fiend, it's the return of the God, peace God And ain't nobody fresher I'm in Maison, uh, Martin Margiela
(Eric Martin, Andre Pessis, Joey Tempest) I'd bet my soul on a roll of a dice I hit the ground runnin' And I never think twice I'd brave the heat of
coffre, po ofini kaka ba e ba kufa malili ya bolingo. Maitre Giles l'initiateur, le pacificateur Vital Kamere,le maitre Christophe muzugu,oh! Souletani Souleymane transport en commun, Eric
Keneally . . . Ike: History! FZ: Walt Fowler, Bruce Fowler, Paul Carman, Albert Wing, Kurt McGettrick, Chad Wackerman, Ed Mann, Robert Martin, Scott Thunes, Eric
lea-der So Eric B. we are Microphone fiend It's the return of thee God Peace God... (Auh! Auh!) And ain't nobody fresher I'm in Mason (Ah!) Martin Margiela
? [Verse 2: Jay-Z] We are, yeah, I said it, we are You can call me Caesar in a dark Caesar Please follow the leaderso Eric B we are Microphone fiend
Music: Rudolf Schenker, Eric Bazilian Lyrics: Klaus Meine, Eric Bazilian Good times bad times Bad times good times We were twisting Chubby Checker style
and if aint D-roc on the side of me we ?? bitch cant even buy from me They call me crip, his name eric hi's the capper since the 8th grade he said he
the leader, so Eric B. we are Microphone fiend, it's the return of the god, peace god Uh, uh, and ain't nobody fresher I'm in Mason, uh, Martin Margiela
t there D-Roc on the side of me We [Incomprehensible] bitch can't even buy from me They call me Crip, his name Eric he's the capper Since the eigth grade
Please follow the leader, so Eric B we are Microphone fiend, it?s the return of the God, peace God And ain?t nobody fresher I?m in Maison, uh, Martin
me that An' it's gon' take more than a bullet in the heart to hold me back Russian an' this 40 ounce, lettin' the ink from my pen bleed 'Cause Martin
(Eric Martin/Andre Pessis) I've been burned by love, fooled by deception Though times have changed I still feel the pain I would hold back my true emotions
