ooooohhh 16 count... lisel... chicken sandwich...batman
Saw you in a mag, kissing a man...I've got you in a corner...I've got the bun
here's to you here's to me may we never disagree 'cause if we do may old acquaintance be forgotten here's to me here's to me new year , new start minutes
dear Mrs. touma I walked upstairs into the kitchen saw a piece of birthday cake and I heard my mother crying
when I look at the life in which I'm sinking naturally I find myself thinking what am I doing here ? it's been fun , so much fun doing things I never
I can see it everywhere I go I can't remember how you cut your hair some things you cut no longer grow I remember what you called me I hope one day
sitting here like forty ounces waiting to be drunk I always seem to want what I don't want it's more than I can handle still I want another shot even
it's a very small world in the middle of a crowd the room gets dark when the music gets loud the rudies want to groove but there's no room to move 'cause
here on the beach I've got the sun , I've got the surf, I've got Mexican food here on the beach I stay indoors all day I don't get my feet wet , I've
I need some sleep today but there's another man's shoes beneath my bed I could relax in my favorite chair but the seat it still warm from another man
how can I make this clear ? it seems so simple yet I could spend my whole life saying things that make no sense like life is so unfair yes and this is
be prepared I know what's coming next if she's entertaining doubts I guess that you know what is best so I should be prepared to make due with what is
now that it's gone just admit it to yourself it was nothing special no more special than yourself now that it's gone won't you admit it to yourself ?
the last time I spoke to you I was seconds away from losing my face but I'm much closer now, we're so much closer now and I haven't stopped laughing since
cray fish creep bridge and sky and my life flashes before my eyes trying to see what I'd never seen otherwise
here on the beach I've got the sun, I've got the surf, I've got Mexican food here on the beach I stay indoors all day I don't get my feet wet, I've got
Vertaling: Nasty Dag. Field Day.
