The fish's name is Superman, he would circle the bowl World in five minutes No more lonely nights, no more lonely nights No more lonely nights, no more lonely nights
Traduction: Les chefs. No More Lonely Nights.
up, your the first to call. This is one more late night basement song. And I'm so sore, my voice has gone to hell, and this is one more sleepless night
are coming Back into my head They're looking for trouble, is that alright You know you've seen them before And now they're turning Into the deepest nights
m headed to the dirt Ghetto on me, stressed out my mama buried ain't dead Ain't got no partners cause my partners put a price on my head Have you ever
as if I'm headed to the dirt Ghetto on me, stressed out, mama buried ain't dead Ain't got no partners cause my partners put a price on my head Have you
Even though they use me for a punching bag, that's alright Even if my woman don't want me no more, that's alright I got jesus and I can conversate with him all night
is lonely mess, cause most of These niggas be fake, and I can't stand phoniness Can't even look me in my eye, before they burn me up Two to the head,
want to stay 'Cause being with you is all I ask And fucking you will be my task My lonely nights will be filled with fun No more clubs and sex on the
by four, lets do some more call me back, when word is that she's gone cat like thief, she stole air from my lungs leave me standing on this lonely
a way delayed by one more broken season To find reason for appeasing you and So I found my guiding light Lamp and flashing red and white Through a starry night
so much pain Cause you just won't come back to me (You and I) Will you? Just come back (Lonely) Yes baby, my heart is lonely (Lonely) My heart hurts (Lonely
With you... My head makes Natural noises too My love the worrying sound of bees in the comb the rushing sound of wind in the trees When we kiss And more
died: while the mother-eagle Hunts her same hills, crying the same beautiful and lonely cry And is never tired: dreams the same dreams, And hears at night
her same hills, crying the same beautiful and lonely cry And is never tired: dreams the same dreams, And hears at night the rock-slides rattle and thunder
nights a sex scene Every week is fashion week and every day I'm pressed clean Detroit's Angel, I even got red wings I'm headed to the bar, me and three
, walk away She's looking to love you There's nothing to say Just turn your head and walk away Walk away, walk on She moves in sunlight, never seen the night
