I would like to own your photograph The angels cry to have your photograph As if you were awfully made for life As fortune favor fools like candle light
Översättning: Air. Fotografi.
: I would like to own your photograph The angels cry to have your photograph As if you were awfully made for life As fortune favor fools like candle
Lyin' next to you Wishing I could disappear, hey Let you fall asleep And vanish out into thin air, hey It's the elephant in the room And we pretend that
There's no mistake, I smell that smell It's that time of year again I can taste the air The clocks go back, railway track Something blocks the line again
stars Nude photographs of titties and asses Increase our buzz, impress the masses (uh) I thought she was supposed to be so passive Now you just another ass in the air
Uh, thirty thousand feet up in the air, up in the lear Dressed in a black tux, **** tucked, strapped to the chair Half asleep, hopping out of my seat,
go? I ain't a thief, I just want relief for sho' I got to get mine, no different from everybody trying to get theirs So I was getting prepared Instead of spitting shots through the air
sniffin', dick lickin' All kind of wrong y'all I'm in a club Smokin' on a square Step on out to get a little fresh air But I can't do that I get attacked
Butt sniffin, dick lickin All kind of wrong y'all I'm in a club Smokin on a square Step on out to get a little fresh air But I can't do that I get attacked
will we ever really be? How long do we imagine we'll be free? We hold the truth, self evident The photograph of the President An Air Force One, he viewed
's got him a few, So when IA'm gone IA'll be glad to love you. (CHORUS) At the brand new Tennessee Waltz youA're lit A'rally waltzing on air; At the
's an artist. the pictures you saw on the screen before are his. please a big applause to a great poet and a great photographer ladies and gentlemen,
Victorian stairs Feeling like one of your photographs Trapped while I'm putting on airs And getting even by saying."Who cares" At the brand new Tennessee Waltz You're literally waltzing on air
't what it used to be I can only picture the disappearing world When you touch me He brought me the air of Paris in a bottle The record caught the air
the clock, the steeple I miss the morning dew, fresh air and Sunday school And now all the houses are rare antiquities American tourists flock to see the village Green They snap their photographs
've been so careful I've swallowed air, now I've had my bellyful So now I want to get something for me Now I want to get something for me I've swallowed air
