Rufus is a tit man Suckin' on his mamma's gland Suckin' on the nipple It's a sweeter than the ripple wine. Yes its sweeter than the wine. You can tell
Written by Paul Dresser Composed by Paul Dresser 'Round my Indiana homesteads wave the cornfields, In the distance loom the woodlands clear and cool
I'm no Rasputin, you ain't no Rapunzel I have willingly fallen, and you have cut your own hair Thought we needed motion, at least until the war kicks
Do you love an apple? Do you love a pear? Do you love a laddy with curly brown hair? Why yes I love him, I'll never deny him, I'll always love him
I've heard there was a secret chord That David played, and it pleased the Lord But you don't really care for music, do you? It goes like this, the fourth
From "Tommy Tricker And The Stamp Traveller" Soundtrack I'm a-runnin' I'm a-runnin' from you 'Cause you're a-chasin' You're a-chasin' me to The end
Is this heartbreak or is this heartburn? Have I been played or do I need a rolaid? Gotta learn the difference 'tween I love ya The difference 'tween
La lune trop bleme pose un diademe sur tes cheveux roux La lune trop rousse de gloire eclabousse ton jupon plein d'trous <a href="http://www.testimania
Written by Seth Swirsky from "Big Daddy" soundtrack I don't want somebody to love me Just give me sex whenever I want it 'Cause all I ask for is instant
Sometimes I think You're trying to kill me with your stars and stripes and sometimes, sometimes your Liberty Cabbage goes dry but still your arms are
Puisqu'on ne peut flechir ces jalouses gardiennes, Ah! laissezmoi Conter mes peines Et mon emoi. Vainement, ma bienaimee! On croit me desesperer;
Little sister come and sit beside me, beside me And we'll play a tune on this old piano forte Just for a while, just for a while, just for a while Til
Written by Gilles Vigneault Quand vous mourrez de nos amours J'irai planter dans le jardin Fleur a fleurir de beau matin Moitie metal, moitie papier
Well since you are my arch enemy, I'm gonna give you some time With a heart that?s full of alcohol water can be wine Hope the rocks are not too slippery
Let me lay my head on your heart Let me lay my head on your heart And you can give this rose some water You can give this rose some water now Nothing
Music written by Harold Arlen, lyrics by E.Y. "Yip" Harburg. Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high There's a land that I heard of once in a lullaby
But you might fray after a while My fickle heart, it did forget thee But still, but still I can remember When you went two ways down a one way street
If I should ever run into a lot of money Tell me would I move to New York City? If I had an apartment with a view of that city, Tell me would I see the
