Une histoire qui tombe a l'eau Quelques mots sur ton piano C'est fini C'est toute une vie Qui s'assombrit Je l'ai vu dans ton regard J'ai senti ton desespoir
me superstar Do I look like a superstar? Yet unreachable and very far Ever noticed I'm right here wit ya'll? I cover my face because They do not need
I walked on through the hallway Turned right to purgatory An angel of the darkness Invited me to stay I had my invitation Not knowing what to do and this
I know you can! I know you that's why we gonna do it Daz on the beat Hey Daz, nigga stop fuckin around with the piano nigga Just drop that shit like
Dirty, Southern gritty Bouncin' through yo' city 2000 Rocketship sittin' on some chrome 20's Choppin', collar poppin', platinum droppin' Space Age 4 Eva means that we will not
in Middle America, anyway. That's for sure. [Producer 3:] He's right! [Producer 1:] Sweetheart, it's just not commercial! [Barbra:] What is commercial? [Producer 2:] It's not
tie thing. Oh thanks! Ohhh It's his tie thing Oh Yeah Gee whiz I have another one, thank you How much are they? I have two more. You do not. I bought
a love song I wanted it to be just right Tried to make it beautiful But all I can think about is our last fight I was gonna play it on piano Had the drums
not girl but i love you [chorus] girl u really got me goin outta control i dot know what im doin lets let it go and do what we do best tkae off our clothes
Sixteen," said Mitchell. "Fifteen, six, what's the difference," said Margot. "I want you to stay next door forever." "I can't," said Mitchell. "I do not
know why i feel the way i do i can't let got - and i'm not scared to show it cuz being here feels right tell me - how do you feel tonight? is there anybody
not believe in me? Because of everything, you've probably seen is not what it seems, cuz life is a dream You've got to believe in something. (Believe in something) So why not
even if I could it would all be gray But your picture on my wall It reminds me, that it's not so bad Not so bad.. [Eminem as 'Stan'] Dear Slim, you
played like a fuckin piano Ridin slow through Cali like I'm ridin a camel Millionaire motherfuckers with their brains in their flannels I feel like, Tony Soprano, who do
you're got a prayer in Memphis Now Muriel plays piano Every Friday at the Hollywood And they brought me down to see him And they asked me if I would - Do
Somethings going on; And Im not saying your to blame I know Im not your girl, I know your not my man But somethings wrong, I can't explain After the
: A party in the piano . . . Ali: Naa, ned im Piano Mike: . . . yeah, P.P. Ali: . . . Nah, ned im P.P. Mike: Hey, P.P. Ali: Naa, ned im Piano, im Piano
, this kind of crap you're not gonna, you're not gonna get laid anyway with that uniform on. I'll tell you what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna quit I'm gonna
