Since your mother cast her spell Every kiss has left a bruise You've been raiding Too much meaning from existence Now your head is used and sore And
Since your mother cast her spell Every kiss has left a bruise You've been raiding too much meaning from existence Now your head is used and sore And the
Traduction: James. Berceuse.
Since your mother cast her spell Every kiss has left a bruise You've been raiding too much meaning from existence Now your head is used and sore And
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[Instrumental]
[Hook] Damn damn damn James [Pat Brown] Dickie shorts & Lincoln's clean leanin' checking out the scene Gangsta boys Bigga's lit ridin' out talkin' shit
(feat. James Taylor) Oh Lord I feel fine today I'm walking on cloud nine today I'm over that line today Happiness is finally mine today I guess I'm
So much hotter that a jalapeno As tender as a night in June Sweeter than a honeymoon Brighter than a silver spoon Just about as crazy as a loon Softer than a lullaby
a That much hotter that a jalapeño Tender like a night in june Sweeter than a honeymoon Brighter than a silver spoon Just as crazy as a loon Softer than a lullabye
lyrics by Lana Bogan; music by James Seals, 1974) From the album UNBORN CHILD (1974). Oh little baby, you'll never cry, nor will you hear a sweet lullabye
' genocide Singin', oh my, oh my God In my mind they got us livin' suicide Singin', oh my, oh my God, oh my God Listen in to my stethoscope on a rope, internal lullabies
The flies have quit their buzzing Even Bear has stopped his barking They all sense something brewing Up the James and headed this way Bobby sips his
[hook] Damn damn damn james [pat brown] Dickie shorts & lincoln's clean Leanin' checking out the scene Gangsta boys bigga's lit ridin' out talkin' shit
Debonair lullabies in melodies revealed In deep despair on lonely nights He knows just how you feel The slyest rhymes, the sharpest suits In miracles
intellectual, the fool Your love and mine Their spirits point the way But who has noticed, who will say Your love or mine? Life is a soft lullaby
strap Kid you play me too close (Slow down and catch a cap, pow) 'Cause I don't play games, an outlaw like Jesse James To hell with the bitches and
