She's the melting pot of summer She's a balloon with a gentle breeze She can move around in waves of thunder She is up when you're asleep She's a pretty
Vertaling: Daisy Tripping. Stella is een planeet.
I asked my mother Is there a morning star? I was answered by my mother Yes, there's a morning star It shines for just one moment Way up in the sky And
he was done with us but it wasn't over yet Styles had a plan from the jump Which was to come out with my solo Next thing's a little better These the
a fuck, I've got a girlfriend anyway Whoa, we've all had a drink mate We're all a bit drunk, we've had a few, fair play I got this Stella, I bombed from
'm a do my thing over this drum like a native tongue. Verse one Q-Tip: Do what you will, if you feel that your steeze is real complicated with the
beats 'Cause butterfly is baby, I'm just a baby, man I'm just a baby, I'm just a baby, man I'm just a baby, I'm just a baby, man And Mister Doodle?
'm-a do my thing Over this drum, like a native tongue. Verse one Q-tip: Do what you will, if you feel that your steeze is real Complicated with the skills
from. I'm-a do my Thing over this drum, like a native tongue. Verse one q-tip: Do what you will, if you feel that your steeze is real Complicated with
the cooties from a fluzy or a bimbo Like Cheeko, I'm the man, yes indeed, I got the smart, so When I take a stand, just take a seat like Rosa Arts Some
melon moon And just sees a man and a plane and a war Down in the light of the melon moon From a drawer by the bed she opens a book Down in the light
s are prisoners And stage is the prison, 9th prince the warden Mind is made of platinum, I feel a million civilians I flow like water skiing through the
, a silv'ry moon A falling star, a steel guitar A plaintive tune A love-sick boy, a heart a-whirl A serenade to an old-fashioned girl A perfect dream, a
re living like a slob? ?But there's so many things I wanna do, Ma I need money and I wanna get a new car? ?Simon, what do you mean?? ?I've got a plan
with a plan that took least amount of muscle Two for one, dime frogs for the lickin And all you can eat, "Corn dogs for the pickin" ... A seemingly modest fellow With a
't do any good to say this isn't what I planned. Little kids sliding down the stell park slid. Little kids can't play with things that have died Sometimes all I want is is
