to fill the fillmore. And your pushing, shoving, ringing on my bell Is not for me tonight. So, won't you call me, miss o'dell? Won't you call me, miss o'dell
Vertimas: Harrison, George. Mis O'Dell.
at yourself in the mirror Reflection is living proof What will they do When the link they live becomes missing? Will they survive? When the link they breathe becomes missing
Sometimes I feel just like Jesus Christ Nailed to the cross, betrayed and crucified A crown of thorns cutting into my skin A palace and a throne and
I miss you, baby, I miss you, baby I, I miss you, baby, girl, what am I gonna do? I ain't got you, you know I miss you, baby I miss you, baby, I miss
In the days when children sung In the heart claim shattered son You were right in telling them Where they were beneath the snow Space call God right
death Mama The liberation's on the way Every dog gonna have it's day Pack up your rape racks and crush box out of hell Farmer in the dell Oh, please
for your bitch. Nigga, that's some thug shit. What's up to all my motherfucking thugs out there? My nigga Popeye laying it down. With Miss Mercedes, O'Dell
the grey went on Towards another blue man's or a blue girl's heart. And I guess I will miss you, baby, but I hope you won't miss me at all. If she'd
homey I miss you (I miss you)i miss you (I miss you)i really miss my homies (I miss you)i miss you (I miss you)(ohh ohh) I miss you(ohh ohh) I'm prayin
Bambi: Look! It?s Rob Hood! Jessica: I wonder what face belongs to those lips I long to kiss? Bobby: This face! Nikki: Why you?re Allen O?Dell! That
-a-dell! Bride and groom, their future should be glorious- What a happy story they will tell; Let the welkin now become uproarious, Oh, ding-a-dong-a-dell
A hope removed, a life resumed right here. And the Priest and the Rosary, the buck and the bond between me and me has long since broken. A boy who?s grown
Featuring Jake La Furia Scendo col bombolone in bocca nel club mentre gia noto Latini con il martini nella mano destra in vista, i culi delle ladies
neanche fosse un Van Gogh con i passi ai ritmo di uno scat o di un lento ragtime io chi sono stato il derubato o il ladro Dylan Dog dell'amore del tuo
with my freaky funk flow E' l'impossibile freak-o click-o in pic-o nic-o da mo' speak-o vocabolario un tot ricco fix-a prix slick-o stili-dop aqui si
e perfetta Fidati che la vecchia la spara qualche puzzetta Berlusconi che si sente il piu grande Figurati se non ha mai sgommato le mutande Delle fonti
Cheech and Chong It still takes from here to Hong Kong So roll, roll, roll my joint Pick out the seeds and stems Feelin' high as hell flyin' through Palm Dell
