Well I’m going out west where I belong Where the days are short and the nights are long When I walk and They walk I Twist and They Twist I Shimmy and They Shimmy I fly and They fly We’re out there having fun in the warm California sun Well, I’m going out west out…
Entarisi dım dım yar Gelir diye umdum yar Yatsıya da bekledim Gözlerimi yumdum yar Hımı hımı hımı hımı hımı hımı Vıyı vıyı vıy da vıy vıy yar Entarisi tireden Su doldurur dereden Tek canımız sağ olsun Malı veren yaradan Hımı hımı hımı hımı hımı hımı Vıyı vıyı vıy da vıy vıy yar Entarisin ben biçtim…
you just wanted to hold hands but he wanted to fuck he’s twice your size and weight so you’re shit out of luck [chorus:] you got date raped, date raped [x4] you whined to the judge, your eyes were full of tears but you wouldn’t have been raped if you didn’t have 50 beers [chorus]…
If anything it should have been a better thing From underneath you staring at the ceiling There’s another world of chocoloate bars and baseball cards That hides inside of all this tension that I’m feeling Yeah it’s all inside of you. It was all inside of you. Surprise, Surprise. I miss your hair, you miss…
ALLAME 1.TUR Bu free de kalcak bu perişan Keişanı siktim şimdi buda geyşah Dünkü velet oğlum seni şehinşah Taklitsin anladın mı taşşam Yardırdım verdim bu ağza Şuna bak göt alışveriş mağza Eyow evet saçında rasta İnan sana bokumla yaptım ben pasta Yeah evet uçar kaşlarım Anladınmı lan senı ben haşlarım Yeah evet oğlum iyi dinle…
DOVE: This one is a short rendition in which me and pianist mate of mine by the name of Prince Paul… I shall not relieve, I mean reveal, my identity… (Girl in background: That’s not funny.) So, I think we shall begin like this. Are you ready, Prince Paul? You’re fuckin’ us up, man! PAUL:…
Before the summer fell I already knew She said I was more than dead I already knew Pain, here it comes again Pain, I just can’t take this anymore Pain, here it comes again Pain, a knife behind the eyes, a vicious size Again I miss my best friend, a growing fear A lot to…
If you’re driving into town With a dark cloud above you Dial in the number Who’s bound to love you Oh honey you turn me on I’m a radio I’m a country station I’m a little bit corny I’m a wildwood flower Waving for you Broadcasting tower Waving for you And I’m sending you out…
He tills the soil and plants the seeds to feed his hungry land the farmer the farmer With a hoe a shovel and a turnin’ plow makin’ his livin’ by the sweat of the brow The farmer the farmer When the sun gets hot the fields are dry and like a brain the seeds then…
I’ll invite you back to my place It’s only mine because it holds my suitcase Seems like home to me alright But it’s 100 miles away from yesterday night Must I be man in a suitcase? Is it me, man with a strangers face… Must I be man in a suitcase? It it me, man…