Lyrics:
wimple
She has curlers in her hair
I even heard her singing in the abbey
She's always late for chapel
But her penitence is real
She's always late
chair
She broke your throne, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
when you let down your hair
Knowing I'm the one that's gonna take you home
Really turns me on
And we've got all night long
I can't stop wondering
corner
Wit a sad face on and you feel alone
That's when its time to change the tone
Switch the lights back on
Let ya hair down some
Don't let em
gens s'aimer, faire tout pour se haïr
Quand les billets étaient au milieu, faire tout pour se salir
Allô
Anti-BDH, anti salope, ils passent vite
me chills, hair stood up on my forearm
The white noise was so hard to pick through,
But I was still there to catch you
Pick you up before your short
straight hair
Eight years
I've been with the man
I've been up the wall
What you crying for?
I've been with the plan
In a strangle hinterland
Twisted man
No
Hate me
I pull my hair by the fistful
Hate me
Spinning scissors like a pistol
You dare to say
That I'm forcefully insane
The truth remains
blonde hair and your summer tan,
And I've gone back a million times to when we were young and you were mine
I can see us there each time I close my eyes
nothing than this
I would rather have nothing than miss (have nothing)
What I really care for
What I'd die for
Rip out my hair for, mothers cry for
stitch on the final seam
He placed onto me, my leg hairs quivered and screamed
I know I needed them more than ever
But then he looked at my legs
Si tu tombes beaucoup trop bas
Si tu perds confiance tourne-toi vers moi
Feel the wind blow softly through my hair
I'm invincible whenever you are
I let you rise away, can't feel your breath in my hairs
It seems to be years, and I'm alone and fake, and I'm alone and fake
If this world is too
It was August in the sunset
You had your hair down, in a red dress
The look of summer on your skin
You walked my way, I lost my breath
And that's
a couple mill' more
But if only daddy actually cared
She'd wake up, and cake up with make up and glamorous hair
Dreaming of a face up on that billboard
can bring me down
Or keep me sound
I won't get home on time
Heads up
Close your eyes
Feel the rain and loose your hair
Swing your hips from
haïr ou se mentir, au plaisir
Les hommes jouent
Les hommes se toisent, rêvent
Et boivent et s'autorisent
Petits soldats dérisoires
Ils se défient
onto the street
Her wretched armpit hair was in my face
She shit her pants, potato chips in her teeth
Molly Ringworm crawling up your ass Molly
it all under the rug
How many times times have I heard that sound?
The hair on the back of my neck stands tall
Everybody slowly starts closing
Without a song or a dance what are we?
So I say thank you for the music
For giving it to me
I've been so lucky, I am the girl with golden hair
I wanna sing
Razor in the cheek, robin in the ribcage
Braided in the street, hair down in the crib stay
Easy on the beat
Mouths get easier to feed
Meter's running,
Now that she's back in the atmosphere
With drops of Jupiter in her hair, hey, hey, hey, hey
She acts like summer and walks like rain
Reminds me
Here come old flat top
He come groovin' up slowly
He got joo joo eyeballs
He one holy rollers
He got hair down to his knee
Got to be a joker
He
the ones she hates
She'll get a new grey hair and a wrinkle to spare
Every time you come home late
And when you leave to chase that dream,
She's gonna
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