E venne il giorno del falco una mattina di settembre, spalancarono il giorno ne squartarono il ventre E venne scivolando a valle alle porte di Santiago
Ammanitati lu ventu si criditi ca vi scummina li capiddi lu ventu ca trasi dintra li casi pi cunnurtari lu chiantu confortare lu ventu ca trasi dintra
Handshake, try to keep 'em steady Won't break, you been getting ready Here we go it's time to say goodbye You've got a lot up on your shoulders Not quite
Always been the kind of girl That hid my face So afraid to tell the world What I've got to say But I have this dream Right inside of me I'm gonna let
We were as one, babe for a moment in time And it seemed everlasting that you would always be mine Now you want to be free so I'm letting you fly 'Cause
I feel her close, I swear it's true Yes, I feel right in this moment She looks down on you From angel's land Her tender hand is caring 'Cause a mother
Been there, done that messed around I'm having fun, don't put me down I'll never let you sweep me off my feet I won't let you in again The messages I
I sat outside my front window, this story's going somewhere He's well hung and I am hanging up There's a song on the radio that says "Let's get this party
You tucked me in, turned out the light Kept me safe and sound at night Little girls depend on things like that Brushed my teeth and combed my hair Had
it feels like we've been out at sea so back and forth thats how it seems, ohh and when i wanna talk you say to me that if its meant to be it will be,
Its 5 o clock in the morning and the rising sun wakes me Im Laying in a bed with a girl that dont belong to me And she Whispers Come on my Darling lets
We can fight our desires But when we start making fires We get ever so hot Whether we like it or not They say we can love who we trust But what is
The crowd gathers the rain The crowd gathers inside the rain The sky is green, greener than a Gardener's dream, the grass is green Together they sing
Fresh off the boat Fresh off the boat Fresh off the boat I rock these bare feet like no one else can My hands are dirty I like 'em that way, shows who
[Tweet] Tell you what I did last night I came home, say around a quarter to three Still so high, hypnotized, in a trance From this body so buttery brown