and fuck them right here You know the guy that operates the Rouge river draw bridge In Delray on Jefferson? Fuck him Fuck your idea, fuck your gonorrhea Fuck your diarrhea, Rocky Miavia Fuck your wife, your
to hear my song Jimmy found his own sweet sound and won that free guitar We'd all get in the van and play Life became the Paradox, the Bear, the Rouge
I'm talking in your tongue, doesn't mean that you're my friend. I don't want your fucking pity, 'cause one gets it for a song, but your jealousy honours
Enfers Music by: Jacques Offenbach Lyrics by: Baz Luhrmann & Craig Pearce THE SOUND OF MUSIC Written by: Richard Rodgers & Oscar Hammerstein II YOUR SONG
and wonder, Your lips may be near, But where is your heart, It's always like this, I worry and wonder, You're close to me here, But where is your heart
ain't hoes they gon' laugh at this song An if you ain't laughin that's tellin you one thang You a hoe, an if this song offends you, then what's that
as niggaz bein' halfway shook I'ma mothafuckin' killa I hang wit' convicts and crooks (ha ha) Nigga what? You don't wanna, go to war with us Top down, on your
chansons de toutes les couleurs Du vert pour attendre Du rose pour les tendres Et du blanc eclatant de bonheur Some red for your laughs Some blue for your tears Some songs
my lyrics reminded him of the poet Kenneth Patchen I took it as a compliment He was referring to the line about wearin' neon signs on your wounds Later
;l When you sail down from the sky Bringing toys, so shiny and so bright Please don't pass my little stocking by Before you leave your home Wear your
Noel When you sail down from the sky Bringing toys so shiny and so bright Please don't pass my little stocking by Before you leave your home Wear your
en drapeaux qui claquent et qui s'aiment Terre, Terre de feu, sans issue de secours Et nos braises rouges se consomment a leur tour Earth, Sanctuary land, on your
an auction. Tell them we gotta raise some money for the defense. They'll buy everything that she touched. Everything. Your shoes, your dresses, your perfumes, your
't try and tell me It's a what you been eating Since when have you been 44 around the Get on with the song, yeah At the Moulin Rouge Tell you, baby we
shoes You've been a loser all your life You're friendless, you're loveless You've been abandoned by your wife Well, I've got the trick That will make your
me underneath the mistletoe tonight I really had it with all your contradictions I'm really hoping that snow will fall this year Lock you in your house and bury all your