Vertaling: As vinnig as. Tot September.
I?d moved along but every time I see you I remember [chorus:] Saturdays it?s raining in your room I kiss you while you sleep until September watching
m afraid I'll freeze I've spent my last lone dollar getting in the shape that I'm in And runnin' from the border just as fast as I can Well, last September
was this fried egg. Which I thought was really unusual. Because in New York City the ladies with the fried eggs on their heads don't generally come out until September
like me No you don't do it like me Nah, no we ain't the same You're never gonna do it I'm doin' it again Boy Better Know, were moving too fast You better
have tried I couldn't hear her cries as she filled her veins with light Until she saw the light I remember we would hide behind the trees Smoking cigarettes until
The matrons are on the way. So don't get too cozy. Put off that cigarette! [Liz] Ever had Morton before? She's fine... as long as you keep her happy
your back and they're gone so fast And they're gone so fast So hold on the ones who really care In the end they'll be the only ones there When you get
it's a struggle to just hold your head high Well, baby, hang on 'cause I'm comin' as fast as I can So if you miss how we were in September And you wonder
beat Beat beat yall Until it's 6 feet Under dirt & the mud Here we go again Another enemy if you Never was a friend Never clever As I was in this endeavor
you up Until you got your own ride A slammin' two door whip A grey 36-72 Lookin' all slick Remember when I asked why this You said because it's real fast
I'm on the funky beat Beat beat yall Until its 6 feet Under dirt & the mud Here we go again Another enemy if you Never was a friend Never clever As
'm on the funky beat Beat beat yall Until its 6 feet Under dirt & the mud Here we go again Another enemy if you Never was a friend Never clever As
who looked like me? Lift your glasses with me. Lift your voices with me. Stay with me until the sun rises over the ocean. Sing with me until your voices
Right now it's struggle to just hold your head high Well, baby, hang on, 'cos I'm coming as fast as I can So if you miss how we were in September And
get beat I'm on the funky beat Beat beat yall Until its 6 feet Under dirt & the mud Here we go again Another enemy if you Never was a friend Never clever As
to pick you up Until you got your own ride A slammin' two door whip A grey 36-72 Lookin' all slick Remember when I asked why this You said because it's real fast
