Em it's Paul... ummm I just listened the entire album... And u gotta be fuckin kidding me I mean with this Christopher Reeves Shit You know the guys dead
Hey Em, it's Paul Uh, listen I just got a call from the label And you're probably not gonna be surprised but, um Michael Jackson is extremely upset about
Aye yo Paul, It's Em I got your call about the Michael Jackson thing And I know that he's not 'thrilled' about the video What does he 'wanna be startin
Em, it's Paul. Listen, Joel just called me and he said you're in the fucking back behind his studio, shooting your gun off in the air like it's a shooting
Em, what's goin' on...It's Paul...ahhm...Dre gave me a copy of the new album...and...I just...sigh...Fuck it.
Hey, what's going on, this is Paul Rosenberg, attorney of law. Listen, I listened to the rough copy of your album And uh, you know I've just got to be
(Yo, yo, yo, do it!) [PAUL:] Yo, what up. It's Paul. Got ten minutes each. I'm here... to get this piece to redo it, or there's one we left for you...
Paul jouait de la guitare dans un groupe anglais Et s'il n'etait pas une star ca y ressemblait Quand Paul posait ses doigts Sur un morceau de bois Les
Paul, Paul, Paul, Paul, Paul ist toll! Paule hei?t er - ist Bademeister, im Schwimmbad an der Ecke. Paule hei?t er - ist Bademeister, und er bringt kleine
Hatt' ich den Afro von Paul Breitner, und das Hirn von Bela B. War' ich der Freund von Heike Makatsch, dann war ich echt okay (dann gehts ihm gut). Hatt
Stop, look and listen baby that's my philosophy If your rubberneckin' baby well that's all right with me <a href="http://www.testimania.com/">Testi
Keep it covered Think your baby won't understand Blame your mother You say anything to hold them down But we're on to you now, now See them coming Well
I'm on lonely street, I'm on the wrong track. Only one thing left, somebody bring my family back. I'm on lonely street, I'm on the wrong track. Only one
Once again I stumble across old grounds Guided by my dead weight A flicker from the left Dimming from a porch light Our heads were buried deep in grass
Mio padre seppellito un anno fa, nessuno piu coltivare la vite. Verde rame sulle sue poche unghie e troppi figli da cullare. E il treno io l'ho preso