's Leben mein Kind merke dir: Und dann will es keiner gewesen sein und keiner hat's geseh'n. Ja dann will es keiner gewesen sein und keiner will's gesteh
Won't you surrender If you surrender I'll never let you go not even for a moment Won't you surrender to me And please be tender to me Because I need you
will roll right in I would give you some If you only would have treated my nice You'll wish that you did You'll feel pretty stupid I'll just sit and grin The money will
just a little girl I asked my mother, what will I be Will I be pretty, will I be rich? Here's what she said to me Que sera, sera Whatever will be will
I don't wanna think That you could be runnin' around After all the love That I have shown you I won't knock on your door I won't call to see if you're
can take or leave me You think right now that you don't need me Some way, somehow young heart believe me One day you will, one day you will, one day you will
Walk around the room with a glaze in your stare In your tuxedo suit I will give it a name Lower your defenses Lower your casket Open the door and open
Why, why, why There you are in a darkened room And you're all alone, looking out the window Your heart is cold and lost the will to love Like a broken
learns to play politics Next time he's the one that the country picks Martin Van Burne, number eight For a one-term shot as Chief of State William Harrison
Martin) Nothing will stop me (Madonna) Take your head in my hands (Ricky Martin) Tell me what would you do (Madonna) Kiss your eyes, sing you to sleep (Ricky Martin
the leader, so Eric B. we are Microphone fiend, it's the return of the god, peace god Uh, uh, and ain't nobody fresher I'm in Mason, uh, Martin Margiela
Yeah, be the realest shit I never wrote I ain't write this shit by the way, nigga Some real shit right here, nigga This will be the realest shit you ever
right I will never know But here goes nothing Aston Martin music, music Aston Martin music, music Aston Martin music, music Aston Martin music, music Aston Martin music, music All night Aston Martin
I done been to the river Swam up the stream Stood on the mountain top I swear it leans Like Martin Luther said girl "I had a dream" But I never stopped
a damn ditch Get out my face, I'm tired of the press too You write about me, I write about you You think I'm violent, but listen and you will find My
loot loop Nigga, I'm tryin' to make my bank roll bigger I must admit, I got a lust for loot, quick to shoot Ostrich, fruits and Austin Martin coupes
human being [Verse 2] Uhh, rockstar baby now come to my suite and get lockjaw baby Rich n-gga lookin at the cops all crazy its the mob sh-t n-gga Martin