{Three O one a.m.} Oh I really love it here Oh you've thought of it all Candlelight, coconut ice and fur on the floor I really love the way you wear
Oh I really love it here! Oh you've thought of it all! Candlelight! coconut ice! and fur on the floor! And I reeely love the way you wear your hair And
Traduction: The Cure. Retour.
: Oh I really love it here! Oh you've thought of it all! Candlelight! coconut ice! and fur on the floor! And I reeely love the way you wear your hair
heart of this place Door is closed behind me now The Window is sealed to shut out the light Green as the leaves And the cure of the meadow stain Do
Is there a cure for this pain Maybe I should have something to eat But food wont take this emptiness away Im hungry for you my love Well I made it through
but darling you hold me prisoner (prisoner) I'm about to break I can't stop this ache I'm addicted to your allure and I'm fiendin' for a cure Every
my spine, And my all ambitions lost! Wait for the time, And walk straight in line, Replicate the silence! And as I wake up in the open sea, Try to cure
I never thought I would return To be consumed by you again Think you're cured You'd see it come The folly of a monster love like you Grey is good The
drop through the breaking storm up through the star-filled sky i soar still more, i want more left out in the cold and in fever's grip then your warmth returns
[feat. Rick Ross & Mavado] [Jah Cure:] Jamaica, stand up! [Rick Ross:] Yeah! To all rude boys in the capital Cure again [Mavado:] Ye-e-eh Jah Cure
, I can't remember your face. Return. You were supposed to grow old. Reckless, unfrightened, and old, you were supposed to grow old. Return. You were supposed to return
'Cause I'm loving each day As if its the last Dancing all night Having a blast I need you here Girl I'm on a mission To cure my condition 'Cause without
on my own And the income tax collector's got his beady eye on me, No there ain't no cure for acute schizophrenia disease. No there ain't no cure for