I've been thinking all day, sitting by this window, remembering how the smile on your face could make me blush And I can't comprehend how someone with
If there was a time and a place to let go of this heart, it's right now it's always It's not fair, it still hurts I pretend that she asks, "Do you know
I can still remember the picture on the postcard (that you sent me) of green fields and silos And I used to pretend that I could see you just like you
The sun falls on my eyes and I'm struggling to reason why everybody smiles Am I the only one who feels this way at all Is someone too proud to let it
This space starts out empty and I know it can't hurt more than it already does And it all falls down around me and hits me in the face and falls onto
heard was the code to detinate and take more souls, my crew rock and tell from the bullets and it goes, once you, hire Professionals, shit explodes,
name, tonight. No, no professionals. No, no professionals. You can be smarter, yeah. There is no system. No Achilles heel to that system. Hey, professionals
as Professional torturer ??as me, a cop, I ?I renounce my name? Professional torturer I don my crown? And moniker claim as Professional torturer
Pa-party, we are the professional party people. Make some noise! Here we go! 4, 3, 2, 1... Pa-party, we are the professional party people. Make some
Je ne suis pas un professionnel De l'amour et de la vaisselle Je ne suis pas un intellectuel J'aime quand Tu me trouves beau Que tu me dis Que j'ai ce
Yo no se como pudo ser mi querida profe, mi primer amor era la edad, la dura leccion inevitable como el sarampion la recuerdo por las tareas las
FZ: If you're not a professional actor, the easiest thing for you to do, when you only have a week to make a movie is just to be yourself on the screen
Encore une fois Mais demerde toi Allez embrasses moi Parait qu't'es pros pour ces choses la Te degonfles pas Vas-y montres moi Sois un vrai gars Vous
[VERSE 1:] I'm professing my love to ya I really don't think u understand me ma Let me show you a lil bit a what I'm talking ma I know you wanna be down
You?re pink you?re young you?re middle-class they say it doesn?t matter fifteen blue shirts and womanly hands you?re shooting up the ladder Your mind
Can't u see how easy it becomes procrastinate, we're professionals get things done, you can't, to busy having fun we're professionals professional crastination
I saw the disappointment from across your face. A mark of solitude. So here?s to giving in. Your eyes have betrayed you. And ill wear this mask of disgust