Is there room for me Any more room Is there room Ooh Lookin' good plenty tight Is there room? Any more room for me In those jeans Really thick, like
?Poder alli defender nuestra revolucion? (Una amenaza) patrones del pueblo se hicieron llamar, Los que marcan el camino, Cada palabra como una granada
Eternal Father strong to save Whose arm has bound the restless wave Who bids the mighty ocean deep It's own appointed limits keep O hear us when we cry
Born too late to feel the golden age Missed the rush, the lights of better days You cut me down to size with wise words and turn around Can I feel, can
Boys call you sexy And you don't care what they say See, every time you turn around They screaming your name Boys call you sexy And you don't care what
What's that playing on the radio? Why do I start swayin' too and fro? I have never heard that song before, But if I don't hear it anymore It's still
Here is a scale, weigh it out and you will find Easily, more than sufficient doubt that These colors you see were picked in advance By some careful hand
My girl's got some solution That's excellent for removing All the tuna and the oil And though she laughs at the Constitution At least she'd end up Owning
Code to umm, the code to umm To draw your swords, to draw your gun Those that's 'bout it M.C.'s I run with Those that doubt it on the mic get done quick
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Why must it be like this all of the time time I feel like I'm I'm going out of my mind mind Someone stop me nuh-huh nuh-huh leave me alone In a class
I remember when we used to laugh About nothing at all, it was better than going mad From trying to solve all the problems We're going through, forget '
Tell us what you're gonna do tonight, mama There must be someplace you can go In the middle of the tall drinks and the drama There must be someone you
[Music: P. Wagner, M. Schmidt/Lyrics: P. Wagner] A simple man from a no - wonderland where you bury your dreams at birth. He took a heart, cause he couldn
Esta carta que estoy escribiendo Manana te la voy a mandar Sabras lo que estoy sufriendo, y tu sabras lo que esoty sufriendo y que no te he querido olvidar
(Simeon) Do you remember the good years in Canaan? The summers were endlessly gold The fields were a patchwork of clover The winters were never too cold
I wouldnA't let them hurt you, I wouldnA't let them scream youA'd listen to my stories, and got back to your dreams Stayed down on first floor layed