Lyrics:
the dusty ground grew this wild olive
Sydney stretched his arm stripped a stick from it
Said this beast you downed boys this creature tortured
You see this
paid the fee
Had a yoke around my neck and shackles on my feet
Until He destroyed the yoke and broke them chains off of me
Dig, I was a wild olive twig
hab' sie zutiefst verletzt
Bringe sie ins Paradies, vielleicht vergibt sie mir zuletzt
Wo Agave, wo Pistazie, wo Wild-Olive wächst
„Brot & Spiele“,
Sara Crazy Child is devouring all the street
With her pastel tortured dress
And her seductive bongo beat
Her skin's wild like the olives
Sarah crazy child is devouring all the streets
With her pastel dotted dress
And her seductive bongo-beat
Her skin is wild like the olives
And her
Sara Crazy Child is devouring all the street
With her pastel tortured dress
And her seductive bongo beat
Her skin's wild like the olives
I dream of a land
Where olive grows wild
I dream of a land
Where I could have been a child
I dream of the birds
cnd the hills
cnd the sand
Where
God and
You can call me Judas cause I called the cops
On all your wild delusions in the Olive Garden
If you find this all to be so shocking
Prolly cause
finger around watermark rings
I swung like a wild thing on her extended olive branch
Only on my two feet when positioned up in happenstance
Yeah loves
summertime
Pour down the olive oil
Olive oil ahn ahn
Pour it down in my lake
Blue hunnid is certain
Olive oil ahn ahn
Pour it down in my lake
Blue hunnid is
LIKE BABIES
ALL THE LIVELONG NIGHT
HER TATTOOED CHIN STILL BLEEDING, OLIVE'S EYES WENT CRAZY
HER TATTOOED CHIN STILL BLEEDING, OLIVE'S EYES WENT CRAZY
had fallen,
WIld geese fly from the riverside,
Even the olives are bleeding,
There’s no point crying over spilled win,
Until Mossy Quinlan lay
The olive trees need rain
Memories of your gypsy past
Still ride on the midnight train
Your lover's heart was way too wild
You saw it in his face
You
different ways. Here is an original recipe for cooking salmon.
Ingredients:
4 salmon fillets.
2 tablespoons olive oil.
One Fourth teaspoon salt.
One
idolatry
where the wild rivers run
coz there beneath the olive tree
That migrant man is you and me
And as critic's jeer from parapets
like a pack
never feels more at peace
Then when she sneaks away to those olive trees
Finds her lover in the dark
And her pulse inside is beating wild
To the rhythm
Don't be selfish with the drink
Shit she broke my heart give me the bottle
I can tell you want it by the moonlight
Hit you style wild because ya
this wonderful secret
I was a wild young thing headed for Hell
Better listen to the words of this song
Cut off the TV
Internet, Log it out
Pay attention
of olive branches, Just to watch them
Burn
Trying to outrun the wild hunt, Obsidian horsemen on my trail
Wine turns to ash in your mouth
As a pale horse
One fine mornin' when the wild geese fly
I'm takin' my chances on the sunny side
I'm headed down south where the grass grows tall
Where
a hold of you
Yellow dreads, who is you
Holla back (whoody hoo)
Brought her here, Uber black
Send her back, Uber pool
She might get Olive Garden
Welcome to the planet
Sharp, sweetie labafana ba hot (Shu)
Girls goin' wild, it's a lot (It's a lot)
Let me tell you how it feels at the top (Sure)
Add a little bit of olive oil
Yeah, we can watch the water boil
La Da Da Da
La Da Da Da Da Da Da
A little salt and pepper
Let's spice of life
out stuttered
Communicate that I matter
Darling, there are gifts inside your hands
That let me know that I am loved
And though I've been wild, wild in
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