do some living after we die Wild horses Couldn't drag me away Wild horses Couldn't drag me away Wild, wild horses Couldn't drag me away Wild, wild horses
Traduction: Bijou. Wild Horses (Rolling Stones Cover).
There are parts of me he'll never know, my wild horses and my river beds, and in my throat voices he'll never hear. He pulls at me like a cherry tree,
There are parts of me he'll never know, My wild horses and my river beds, And in my throat voices he'll never hear. He pulls at me like a cherry tree,
Hold on honey I'd like to say I'm busting out and breaking away I'm letting you go like a hot horse shoe I can't take another heart ache from you Think
pray! Tell me somethin'; if you ain't prayin', where would y'all be today? Where would y'all momma be today? How would you be here? Somebody prayin' for you, nigga!" [Horse
blonde angel with such a sweet smile You feel like you can ride the sky like a super-nova But how can you and such a sweetheart walk the same road? [BRIDGE] A jewel
Hold on, honey, I'd like to say I'm bustin' out and breakin' away I'm lettin' you go like a hot horse shoe I can't take another heart ache from you Think
cannot see into your room Whose perfumed depths sing songs of doom But I am cold and cannot see A way out of this mystery Wild horses couldn't change
Can't call it, I'm in love with this good life shit I'm working with jewels, cars, chicken clits, paying rent Morg presidents running wild, stacking
There are other parts of me, he?ll never know My wild horses and my river beds And in my throat voices he?ll never hear He pulls at me like a cherry tree
Went downtown just to be a martyr But a telephone pole beat me to it It was covered in barbed wire Saw a little boy's white teeth Like wild horses encaged
fields of wheat my own If I were a writer I would make you my wild horse I'd paint you silver sage and Ride you savagely through green wild country
and take her along with him on a horse, which is already waiting in the stables with the saddle bags full of stolen jewels.) "Everything Is Just My
not mend For now upon reflection I confess That secretly I never did intend With title long or surname rich to bless But rather let in my imagination Run wild
trees. This wild grass is our document; This bed of leaves our free permit; Our vow is laughed in lakes and pools, Our wedding rings are dewdrop jewels
't know how he'd like his eggs, And he's got no opinion on tits, ass or legs. He can't decide which horse to play at the track, And when they ask him
