Toutes les guitares du rock'roll Ne m'empecherons pas de t'aimer . Elle peuvent me dire que je suis folle , Elle ne me ferons pas douter. Toutes les guitares
J'ai suivi les rues Qui descendent a la plage Parmi les voyageurs Voyageant sans bagage J'ai suivi mes pas Et j'ai croise les tiens Ton ombre Jolie comme
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Souvent le soir dans ma chambre Meme quelques fois lorsqu'il fait tres chaud Tout seul avec ma guitare La nuit je cherche des chants nouveaux Aux doux
smashing guitars. I love the sound of crashing guitars. Red guitars against the wall. Big guitars can turn so small. I love the sound of crashing guitars
late boy I've even curved this body to fit your bow Still the rain can't confuse the thoughts that come Come in rhythm 'cause it never was the cars and guitars
Catch as catch, catch as catch can Anybody in their right mind could see, you and me Catch as catch, catch as catch can When I see you, all your little guitars
with the amp turned up Girls with guitars Daddy?s little angel Girls with guitars What?s the world coming to? Girls with guitars Mothers tend to worry
As guitarras sao um dom de Deus As guitarras dao som a vida E as que encantam todos os coracoes Ficam mais bonitas As guitarras sao amores meus Sons
Love is kind Love is blind We love you Guitars of love This is the guitars of love These are the guitars of love Guitars of love Yes
with the amp turned up Girls with guitars (Daddy's little angel) Girls with guitars (What's the world coming to) Girls with guitars (Mothers tend to
a go go Electric guitars Grander than castles cathedrals or stars Electric guitars Riots in airports everywhere that we go Mascara meltdown hysteria a go go Electric guitars Electric guitars
Babylon And found out that the pie don't taste so sweet Now it's guitars, Cadillacs, hillbilly music And lonely, lonely streets that I call home Yeah, my guitars
do do, do do do, do do do do do do do, do do do do, do do do, do do do do Hearts can break just like a string Old guitars can't fix a string I Put that
There's a guy singing in the edge of the room Making sounds through a face like a prune He's got them fancy checkered pants And a chip in his tooth, oh
boy I've even curved this body to fit your bow Still the rain can't confuse the thoughts That come, come in rhythm 'Cause it never was the cars and guitars
