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Written by Roger F. Cook and Roger John Reginald Greenaway Tenho medo de ser s+- um
DonÔÇÖt want to make nobody cry Longing for travel we stood still Blood of life in this town is gone Fooled me, had me think'n you was my shawty, shawty
harvakseen sanat latelee, nyt meitsit l+Ymmitt+Y+Y
It seems your heart and soul defy each frustrated desire
Mi han detto
con tanto ayer en tus tapias
but I'm still at a loss of words
It makes me tingle inside, so gimme more, gimme more
Down at the beach where i met her.
Fern von zuhaus und vogelfrei,
Romancing satellites
You don't wanna fuck wit Smoke Dog
y a mi satisfactor, deme doctor de 100 pastillas por favor.
With the power she possesses, wipe clean the slate again
We used to have so much fun
Call my name and I'll be there
what we have done (what we've done)
Takin' 'em out of the Masterplan
Leaves me open to temptation
down the length and breadth
bin immer zu spt zu spt ??? frhstck
moving never stopping
She'll be gone, gone, gone