me, from me, from meeeeeee Woooaah Ayyyyyy... [Chorus:] You can hide your eyes from me But the truth is so clear to see You can hide your eyes from me
Feel blue, miles above you, the silver screen reach out And touch you and the dark of the back row This is a place where young lover go When they want
I call you every hour on the telephone I work my fingers right down to the bone I even got you a chihuahua so you wouldn't be alone Got you you a trailer
girls to 15 0 5, I can't talk long Hay yo' Snoop, these bitches gon' fuck tonight Grab the rubbers and da weed, I got the Champaign and da ice And if
The Game [Chorus] x2 Yeah I'm addicted to sloves I can tell about ya pro hands You know how to treat a thug I see the fire in ya eyes everytime we hug
to the fake eyes, to the fake nails, down to the toes Ha ha ha ha! We luv deez hoez, ha ha ha ha! We luv deez hoez From the weave to the fake eyes to
To test the worry, I me no know why A new breed of conquerors is on the rise Step to my Boot Camp and catch black eyes From the Heltah Skeltah, the Gunn da
feel blue, miles above you the silver screen reach out and touch you and the dark of the back row this is a place where young lover go when they want
Well I wish I had a parachute Cos I'm falling back for you. I can see the ground approaching now But I'm not sure what to do. Guess I feel like a pinata
nessuno fa caso... Quanto conta una rima? Quanto conta l?enfasi? Pura e semplice movenza ad abbelire l?anima. Aperture libere, mensole fantastiche, formule che saltano da
need is only you and me alone tonight Yeah.. I wanna make you close your eyes...oh I wanna make you close your eyes...oh Girl... I wanna make you close your eyes
Sadly masculine his naked body lies beside me, stretched out on the pale sheets of my otherwise deserted bed. I do not know how he got here. I am not
feat. BackBone, Big Gipp, Goodie Mob) [Hook: repeat 2X] From the weave to the fake eyes to the fake nails, down to the toes Ha ha ha ha! We luv deez
Jew When you get your first record deal Don't subject yourself to the mass appeal First class, caviar in the ?®Ville In the new S class wit da Jordan
Vertaling: Dierks Bentley. I Wanna Make You Close Your Eyes.
Vertaling: Hutton, Betty. What Do You Want To Make Those Eyes At Me For?.
Vertaling: Hep Stars. What Do You Want To Make Those Eyes At Me For?.
