lie here in the bathtub I wonder And I wonder why did they take her and squeeze her life away Paparazzi on mopeds fresh air in their heads Paparazzi on mopeds
Can't deny this feels good Sugar fountain to the sky I'm on top of a sweetness I'm in need I do not know Up here breezes blow so blue A kisses breath
will hate you" England's not the mythical land of Madame George and roses It's the home of police who kill black boys on mopeds And I love my boy and
me they will hate you" England's not the mythical land of Madame George and roses It's the home of police who kill black boys on mopeds And I love my
they will hate you"; England's not the mythical land of Madame George and roses It's the home of police who kill black boys on mopeds And I love my
If you get lonely on your daddy's farm Just remember I don't live too far There's a [unverified] You'll be at my place in less than a day So get on your
Oh grief, oh pain, delivering me to hopelessness, oh selfabsorbing perverse lust that turns me on this hell to bless this rigid life of disincentive I
We gonna drop this next bomb For a money makin' playa that ain't with us no mo' Yeah, Notorious B.I.G. Hell no, we gonna do this For a gangbangin' thug
Dus ik kocht een nieuwe brommer En dacht hiervoor gaat ze plat Maar intussen had zij een auto gekocht Zo eentje zonder dak En ik dacht, dit kan niet meer
motorbike they think they're cool. They've got a moped for their sixteenth birthday, now you can hear them coming from half a mile away. It's the moped
Don't go moping around. What you need's a little bit of luck and a lot a bit of show from your friends. You know how that goes and before you know what
, du veranderst dich Und jetzt fahrst du mit dem Moped nach Madrid, ohne Geld fur Sprit, die Idee zahlt Und jetzt fahrst du mit dem Moped nach Madrid
Je revois notre voiture rouge Filant a toute allure sur les routes Moi, les cheveux dans le vent Tu regardes au loin, droit devant Tant de choses auraient
Su?e sechzehn Jahr und voller Zuversicht Low im Ohr Die Geschichte war Und irgendwo in Holland hat sich einen Dame vielleicht gewundert Ich kann sehen
Don't you dare ride your moped to my mothers house Don't you dare, don't you dare True love will never get you past the parkway I swear, I swear Well
Mofa presumida el olor del exceso de este ritmo violento, apropiandolo la mirada atenta, ojos bien abiertos contemplando ?el momento?, bien atentos. Ansiaba