Lyrics:
un tour d'cane-bé
Elle s'accroche à mon cœur, ma liberté
Que la mif', c'est Tarter[ets
C'est Alger, un peu trop corsé
Tahia, tahia PNL
Tahia,
all a work in progress, you gotta work with what you've got
I'd rather be true to myself then to be who I'm not
So if you're unlike anyone else you know
a degree
But there is no-one else that I'd rather be
Yeah the clothes that I wear and the colour of my hair
I'm a rocker
I don't need your style, I
wishing further
For the excitement to arrive
It's just I'd rather be causing the chaos
Than laying at the sharp end of this knife
With every small
that I'd still be your man?
Would you marry me again, my sweetheart?
Does it matter you know both my good and bad?
Would you marry me again, my
disprezza
Ehi c'è chi muore di cancro B (merda),
chi si fotte il midollo e chi muore d'infarto B
e non possiamo farci un cazzo!
Magari adesso canto, fra
Girl I never put you down
Say if I wanted any one care
I want you around
'Cause you bring out the best in me
And there is no one else I'd rather
I remember when we met,
I remember what you said
You said that you loved me
You said that you cared
And when I need you, you'd always be there
That you'd always be true to me
Now you're gone oh where can you be
I've always been true
I love only you
Oh why did you go
What did I do
Oh
I'd rather be dead.
The girl that I loved,
Well she's gone.
Says she can't take anymore.
She's sorry it's over.
Guess one more time, well
each time I try I just break down and cry
'Cause I'd rather be home feeling blue
So I'm saving all my love for you
You used to tell me we'd run away
Remember the block between you and I
Get crazy, get stupid
Come on baby, no excuses
And there ain't no place I'd rather be
Just here with you and me
I never last without you for too long
Baby I know it's hard to not remember
But there's no where else I'd rather be
But right here
[Chorus]
of daisies.
But he'd still be my baby.
I know you can hardly wait till I'm away from him.
Instinctively, I know what you're thinking.
You'll be giving him
what do I care for your gay grandeury?
I'd rather be home at my cot, at my spin
Or herding my flocks on the hills of Glenshee
Away with such nonsense
that you'd always be on my side, you're my best side.
and it's early June so the sand's still dry and you have got the boldest eyes
and I can't help
Hey, I got the right of way
And that's all you got to say
I been thinking about, thinking about
Some things I thought I'd never be thinking
Too many
had a fiancee, or he led me to believe I'd soon be his fiancee,
And I did believe him, as I had every right to,
And I'd put on my best dress
could feel the judgment that they were passing
Thought to himself, ain't that just like a bunch of Baptists
He'd rather be on the street than in this
we'd all be,
Look back and you'll see.
That we die for (roads ray?)
All along have we been wrong?
Taken all we can and run.
All along have we
godfather, like Afrika Bambaataa
DMC comes harder, cause he gotta be smarter
Growin up in the city I can't be dumb diddy dumb
I'd rather be sittin pretty
and I'm waitin' for it to snow
Hit the road
I'd rather be wrong than mistreated
Now beat it, leave me here
I'll get to pickin' up the pieces of my
In a while
Baby, yo'ull remember
Where we met
On the beach
Where you showed me the way
From that day
We'd always be together
In our hearts
In our
I've got a bird that I can't please,
And now I feel I'm on my knees,
The situation's got so bad,
I'd rather be out with the lads!
Does she shut
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