altra domenica siamo andati al lago Ho preso anche un luccio grande Che sembrava un drago Poi a sera in treno abbiam cantato piano Quell pezzo Americano
together? That type of crap'll make me not want us to meet each other I really think you and your girlfriend need each other or maybe you just need to
I could find some way constitutionally to do away with it, I would. Senator Hawkins: Fire and chains and . . . other . . . objectionable . . . Senator
the day that i ain't got the upper hand I'm respected from californ.i.a. way down to japan I'm a real producer and you just the piano man Your song gonna
B Benny and the jet's is hot But you aint never met a motherfucker like Kid Rock And Twisted Brown Truckers like a loaded gun We're the band that other
day that i ain't got the upper hand I'm respected from californ.i.a. way down to japan I'm a real producer and you just the piano man Your song gonna
daddy's wife you makin the coffee You heard the A-T-L-iens So back the hell up off me Softly as if I played piano in the dark Found a way to channel
then, if you please, Signor: "Sad to return . . ." LEFEVRE (to ANDRE and FIRMIN) This way, gentlemen, this way. Rehearsals, as you see, are under way
tangle with Don Juan . . . CARLOTTA (to the OTHERS) His way is better. At least he make it sound like music! GIRY (to CARLOTTA) Signora - would you speak that way
that busts gaps quicker, and he go back nigga The mafia way toast it up like Sopranos And when it starts snowin', I push it like pianos Back in the Lambo
the day that I ain't got the upper hand I'm respected from Californ-I-A, all the way down to Japan I'm a real producer and you just a piano man Your songs
ain't got the upper hand I'm respected from Californ-I-A, all the way down to Japan I'm a real producer and you just a piano man Your songs don't top
thought some food for death, go 'head and fuckin' eat My father's dead well I don't know, we'll never fuckin' meet I cut my wrist and play piano cause
Hey, nice piano playin', Manilla Thank you, Miss M Whatcha doin' these days? Makin' records Really? Yes, really Do you still play piano for people? Well
bastard Who doesn't want to hear I tried to learn compassion You turned the other ear No one ever told me about the right way to love And no one ever
huh Everybody know that I'ma come and I'ma go, huh Then I gotta do what I be comin' in to do A body to the beat In other way, we givin' them a show
L'altra domenica siamo andati al lago Ho preso anche un luccio grande Che sembrava un drago Poi a sera in treno abbiam cantato piano Quell pezzo Americano
I go all to pieces at the sight of of you I tried to look the other way when you're around But that takes more strenght than can be found I just get weak
