I Got To Know
Look what they done to my song, ma
Look what they done to my song, ma
It was the only thing that I could do half right
And it??s turning out all wrong, ma
Look what they done to my song
Look what they done to my brain, ma
Look at what they done to my brain
Well, they picked it like a chicken bone
And I think I??m half insane, ma
Look what they done to my song
Lovebugs I got to know Lyrics
Oh, I wish I could find a good book to live in
Oh, I wish I could find a good book
Well, if I could find a real good book
I??d never have to come out and look at
What they done to my song
Ils ont chang? ma chanson, ma
Ils ont chang? ma chanson, ma
C??est la seule chose que je peux faire
Et ce n??est pas bon, ma • Ils ont chang? ma chanson
Maybe it'??l all be all right, ma
Maybe it??ll all be okay
Well, if the people are buying tears
Then I??m gonna be rich someday, ma
Look what they done to my song
Look what they done to my song, ma
Look what they done to my song
You know they tied it up in a plastic bag
And they turned it upside down, ma
ook what they done to my song
Won??t you look at what they done
Look what they done to my song
Похожие новости.
First Time
One two three four! Hello, this is John Plain speaking. I want everyone of you to have my babies. Oh, oh oh oh, it's my first time! Oh, oh oh oh, please be kind! Oh, oh oh
The Edge Of America
Walk the edge of America A concrete beach to scrape my hand Inside the subway stinking fear and shame Becomes the violent breath Vigilantes out on dawn patrol But now there's nothing left to hide I'm
ZOGland
It was Aryan land, holy ancestors soil And if enemies came, my forefathers drew swords But the centuries passed Gold ate swords worse than rust. Sheath is empty, cartridge is blank Who is guilty,
Дождь (feat. Элизиум)
I кпл. Дождь простучал песнь по стеклу Ветер в руке треплет мятые банкноты В чёрной тоске в пьяном бреду Я у стола на кухне второпях чиркаю ноты Город в плену за стеной дождя Струны косые строчат
Любовь И Крыша
Забываю Чехова, Езжу не по правилам, В кухню с "беломориной" за ночь раз по пять. Крыша-то уехала, Адрес не оставила, И теперь не знаю я, где её искать. Подворотни по лбу бить Будут меня, грешного, Ночью "необобранный" бегаю,