Traduction: Petite colline. Cause Vous amour et de soins.
Traduction: Petite colline. Cinq pieds deux yeux bleus.
I left the house left the room with the foxy on my back And my supplies in a magic pack And I followed the sound of music Not up a hill ... but down to
mind She waited for him as her beauty faded Her parents died from grief before their time She tried to gather pieces of her life, they wouldn't fit Beside the tiny
Why should it matter how I feel? This old romantic down at hill Then again, if I'd known the outcome, sure you'd win Illusion shattered, made them real
no education when I was a kid I have no explination for them things that I did I pulled the legs off a dog and rolled them down a hill I put poop
wanna see the prettiest place In all of Tennesee." He poured us each a glass of wine And a-walking we did go, Along fallen leaves and crackling ice Where a tiny
through to Mexico I had the windows wide open It was cold and I was crying And I later laid on the radio Then I stopped outside of Tahoe at this tiny
heard to say I'm a free born man of the USA He fought the champ in Pittsburgh And he slashed him to the ground He took on Tiny Tartanella And it only
a closed down shoe store This tiny Victorian rhubarb kept the watering hole open for sixty five years now it's boilin' in a miserable March 21 st wrapped the hills
I left the house, left the room with the foxy on my back And my supplies in a magic pack And I followed the sound of music Not up a hill but down to an
closed Down shoe store This tiny victorian rhubarb Kept the watering hole open For sixty five years Now it's boilin' In a miserable march 21 st Wrapped the hills
then Two worlds collide, we bury them We're far too drunk to see these things as they are You painted me and I sat quite still A tiny room in Notting Hill
Why should it matter how I feel? This old romantic down at hill Then again, if I'd known the outcome Sure you'd win Illusion shattered, made them real
new niggaz tryin' to bust grips Keep tryin' and I'm shittin' all over yo tapes And yo CDs, you see these Niggaz wit the weed leaves, you need these Hill
lady's delight. See my figure was chizzled from stone. One more for the gal then I'll escort her home Come last call I'm never alone. I've a house on the hill
