Lyrics:
Isn't it romantic?
Music in the night, a dream that can be heard
Isn't it romantic?
Moving shadows write the oldest magic word
I hear the breezes
to explain
Of the heartache life can bring and what it means
When there's no one else, look inside yourself
Like your oldest friend, just trust the voice
to explain
Of the heartache life can bring and what it means
When there's no one else, look inside yourself
Like your oldest friend, just trust the voice
Ega le kolo me
Angel Maxine
Sexy
Ashawo oooo ebi ashawo
The oldest profession
The oldest profession
Ashawo oooo ashawo
The oldest profession
The oldest sons of the oldest sons
They never really leave
And if they do
They don't go far
In those long cars
To meet their soft dolls
With whom
loser, where you gonna fall?
You realize you just can't have it all
He's your oldest and your best friend
If you need him, he'll be there again
He's
The stock market has always been 100% when it comes to pussy
The worlds oldest profession
Yeah it's still alive
No matter what the consequences
before
They realize who we are
No worries about it
Have a seat
Bartender! Another round
But you fell
For the oldest Trick in the book
Bought and sold
Isn't it romantic
Music in the night
A dream that can be heard
Isn't it romantic
Moving shadows write the oldest magic word
I hear the breezes
you see
The oldest couple at the Mayflower
Esther and Me
I push her in the chair
I know she'd walk
If she could
She says "Take your pills"
makes the oldest kind o' leather look like new
You feel as though you want to dance when he gets through
He's a great big bundle o' joy, he pops
many among us
In the softest voice there's an acid tongue
In the oldest eyes there's a soul so young
In the shakiest will there's a core of steel
Melody you're my oldest friend
I can talk to you
What a day it's been out there
In the madden crush
Another day's gone dying in the dust
Umm sugar
Be my oldest friend
You held me in my youth
And you'll hole me in the end
Again my friend
Let my love shine
Can't we find
Angel Maxine
Sexyyy
Ashawooo oooh
E b ashawo
The oldest profession
The oldest profession
Ashawooo oooh
Ashawo
The oldest profession
The oldest
upon the side of the oldest tree
It must be more than just a dream come true
Yes I believe the good Lord always knew
I was meant to be with you
was his oldest son
And I thought that he walked on water
And if the story was told, only heaven knows
But his hat seemed to me like an old halo
been wasting most their time
Glorifying days long gone behind
They've been wasting most their days
In remembrance of ignorance oldest praise
Tell
been wasting most their time
Glorifying days long gone behind
They've been wasting most their days
In remembrance of ignorance oldest praise
Tell
Isn't it romantic?
Music in the night, a dream that can be heard
Isn't it romantic?
Moving shadows write the oldest magic word
I hear the breezes
Isn't it romantic?
Music in the night
A dream that can be heard
Isn't it romantic?
Moving shadows write the oldest magic word
I hear the breezes
ablaze
Riddled with faults and fractures
And I spent my last of days burning my oldest of bridges
And I spent my last of nights killing the best
I could recognize
Your sigh
In any life
Come down
And be still with me
Endure everything
Oldest friend
Oldest Fartman (ENG)
Oldest Fartman
About sixty Years
He's thinking how to get end.
Oldest Fartman
About sixty Years
He's thinking how to get few
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