This is my shirt, this is yours And this is called a dream It must be the soap you use And mine is called So Kleen It was so well advertised All day
It's like atomic theory Don't leave me when the train comes Or when we die, don't leave me in another life It's like atomic day If you bring me to the
Sit by me silently and brush my beard No mess to mop up from the bed today Will we sit next door and watch the soaps? We?ve nothing to do and we?ve nothing
This is how we party, fooling with your body Come on everybody, can't get enough of you This is how we party, fooling with your body Come on everybody
Party like the prince of Denmark, Give it all you got and don't stop Mr. DJ won't you play that song for me, Come on, don't you love this melody, Take
Here we are the two of us together I feel it in my heart we can change the world forever If you want me too I'll be there for you Just remember Deep
I use the soap to wash the dirt of my face I write with pencil so that I can erase But what's to do when someone's taken my place with you, with you
Skylar Montgomery? What do you want from me Roger? I know it was you all along messing around With my dear Veronica Wait a minute, you hold hold it right
Wir haben unsere Brüder mit Wahlkampfseife bedacht. Das tun wir das nächste Mal wieder es hat sich bezahlt gemacht. Wir schlagen Schaum
mein baby sagt, dass sie mich mag doch irgendwie auch meinen besten kumpel liebt so etwas gibt es doch wohl nicht wirklich das ist der plot von einem
I'm not angry, I'm just amused at Your quest for attention through your self abuse The only response that you get for your plea Is sorely less than sympathy
La boca con jabón me van a lavar cuando diga güey me van a sonar cuando conteste no a alguna orden más La boca con jabón me
Soap And Water Blues 3:05 Trk 18 (Robert Brown) Washboard Sam Washboard Sam - vocal & washbrd. J.T. Brown - tenor sax, W. Broonzy - gtr Roosevelt
They talked to the sister, the father and the mother With a microphone in one hand and a check book in the other And the camera noses into the tears on
I can't believe what you did, you know, you just can't let it go I'm sick and tired of listening to your innuendo I can't believe what you did, you know
The crowd was gettin' old The disco's back or so I'm told But we've got nothin' here Except a tired set of ears and we say Hey mama, I'm something Check
[Bicasso] Ooooooooo ...oohhhhhhhh watch out a watch out a watch out I can't stop how come? It's no breaks in what? This hip-hop say what? No low stakes