a friend Sentimental tear inducing with a happy end And we need a tune to open our season at Southend Can you help us It's hard to write a song with bitter fingers
-las and la-de-das No more long days hacking hunks of garbage Bitter fingers never swung on swinging stars, swinging stars It's hard to write a song with bitter fingers
you Coss my fingers I'll be good to you Cross my fingers I'll be true to you Cross my fingers I'll be good to you Cross my fingers Cross my fingers
my fingers I'll be good to you cross my fingers I'll be true to you cross my fingers I'll be good to you cross my fingers Cross my fingers
Traduction: John, Elton. Doigts Bitter.
Traduction: John Hiatt. Cross My Fingers.
for a friend Sentimental tear inducing with a happy end And we need a tune to open our season at Southend Can you help us It's hard to write a song with bitter fingers
cross my fingers I'll be good to you cross my fingers I'll be true to you cross my fingers I'll be good to you cross my fingers Cross my fingers
exquisite shit, riveting, isn't it? Lizard king loafers on swole when I'm kickin' it Joe, the live nigga, real rig-a-marole You a handshake away, and them fingers
turn that proche turby on (vrrrrm) My engine gettin his kentucky durby on... Seats is brunette... paint is dirty blonde Speaking of dirty blonde... say hi to curvy don... fergie john
You ain't never gon' finger a trigger All you do is look in the mugshot book and finger a nigga I real recognize real, you'd be a john doe You livin'