t'accroche pour nos familles et nos proches c'est Graver dans la roche sortit de nul part c'etait ecrit c'est pas un hasard Un jour n'ot blaze s'ra Graver
ensemble chaque jour ! Je veux te graver dans ma vie ! Je veux te graver dans ma vie ! Je veux te graver dans ma vie ! Oui, dans ma vie ! Je veux te graver
Vertaling: Johnny Hallyday. Ik wil Burn In My Life.
Vertaling: Khold. Donker graf.
All of my thoughts are from a foreign host Now I feel just like a ghost Now I feel just like a ghost Now I feel just like a ghost Now I feel just like
I wanna be your love I wanna make you cry And sweep you off your feet I wanna hurt your pride I wanna slap your face I wanna paint your nails I wanna
Does she know, does she know that I am not just searching for some first-time high? I know it's all about perceptions And I accept you as my very first
Oh yeah Is that my Concorde on the launcher? Looks good One, two, three, four Ooh aah, ooh aah, ooh aah, ooh aah He's just a slutty little flirt, and
You only like him 'cause he's sexually appealing But I read his journal, it was very revealing He fucked your sister in an elevator junior year, oh yeah
Boy, I wish you weren't such a paranoid actress And I, the assassinated Kennedy I feel like an accidental species Some mutant love child, never meant
Lover face, I'll view you as the revolver Introduced in my play, act one Lover face, wanna make you ejaculate Until it's no longer fun I confess to really
My lover, I've been donating Time to review All the misinterpretations That define me and you I'm thinking about you In my secret language Because I
I'm so sick of sucking the dick of this cruel cruel city I've forgotten what it takes to please a woman But that's all gonna change (2x) Now the freaks
Why am I so damaged, girl? Why am I such poison, girl? I don't know how long I can hold on If it's gonna be like this forever Why am I so damaged? Why
I'm a motherfucking headliner Bitch, you don't even know it, process it I'm a motherfucking headliner Bitch, you don't even know it Why is it white girls
They had painted her face like a man's mistake Like a mental state, gang-banging A sad return to the eagle-shaped mirror I'm the kind of mannequin that