Lyrics:
a law in clover time
To keep that moon out overtime
To keep each lover's lane in rhyme
Till dawning
You'd better hurry up, hurry up, hurry up
Get
right if you'll give me the chance to get closer
I'd give you my heart if that's what you're after
I'd give you my love, that's all the matters, think
the blackboard jungle
With his Elvis Presley hair
Yeah, the drummer's got the drum, the colonel's got the gun
And Junior's only got a knife, he'd better run
every time, it works every time
But there I go again lighting you up
I keep filling my cup
You'd think I'd had enough
There you go again bringing me
had a hundred sandwiches, I’d eat them all at once
I'm roaming and a travelling and a wandering along
And if you care to listen, I will sing a happy
won't let go at any price
I need you now like I needed you then
You always said we'd still be friends someday
If you leave
I won't cry
I won't
Once I laughed when I heard you saying
That I'd be playing solitaire
Uneasy in my easy chair
It never entered my mind
And once you told me I
papillons"
Cendrillon ravie de quitter sa cage
Met sa robe neuve et ses bottillons
Et bras d'ssus, bras d'ssous vers les frais bocages
Ils vont à la
She is the deepest ocean
That I could hope to drown in
If my iron wings should break again
I hope I'd fly into your eyes
Gold and grey
Your
Mais il m'avait chauffé le corps
Et dans mon âme il brûle encore
À la manière d'un feu de joie
Toi l'auvergnat, quand tu mourras
Quand le
a law in clover time
To keep that moon out overtime
To keep each lover's lane in rhyme
Till dawning
You'd better hurry up, hurry up, hurry up
Get
J'fais mon footing au milieu des algues et des coraux
Et j'fais mes pompes sur les restes d'un vieux cargo
J'dis bonjour, faut bien que j'me
J'fais mon footing au milieu des algues et des coraux
Et j'fais mes pompes sur les restes d'un vieux cargo
J'dis bonjour, faut bien que j'me
you, I surely had enough
And I will fly for good
Wish that I'd never met you
This life is such a bore, I need another dude
Listen, we gotta stop
and a certain character met
That guy that invented the cigarette
I'd murder that son of a gun in the first degree
Of course it ain't for that I don't smoke
She gets too hungry for dinner at eight
She likes the theater and never comes late
She never bothers with people she'd hate
That's why the lady
Is that you banging on my door at 3am?
And are you wasted again?
Normally I'd stay in bed
So if I get up and open the door
Don't let it go
I could wait until you're sleeping, you'd never hear me leaving
Go without saying a word
I could write it in a letter; maybe it'd be better
Who
My daddy was a miner, said there was nothing finer
Than an Irish man who worked an honest day
From Steamboat Row, in rain or shine, he'd make his
me anyway.
Daddy never knew just what she'd seen in me
Daddy didn't like my hair
Perhaps if we had talked, he'd have seen something in me
But
it
Loving may be all you can give
But baby I can't live without it
Oh, how I'd cry, oh, how I'd cry
If you got tired and said
a puppy
Kept me up all Christmas Eve two years ago
And it would sure embarrass her
When I came in from workin' late
'Cause I would know
That she'd
smell those fools you made cordwood of
And petty dreams that leave me sleep in here in your arms
City swan!
Our crook'd necks long
City swan!
I can't
la
Étaient là, la la la la la
L'maître d'école et ses potaches
Le maire, le bedeau, le bougnat
Négligeaient carrément leur tâche
Pour voir ça
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