smile without the black and white) I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend, lemme manage ya Although I've got it bad for ya (It's ya boy Berg) I hope you understand
Say hey baby (Hey baby) Yo baby (Yo baby) I've been tryin' to keep my eyes off you But everybody knows I'm feeling you Yeah baby (Yeah baby) Yo baby (
how my bitch rolled me one ain't gonna cook me breakfast when they hear they make me gonna this haters fly on me try to get .. gotta keep my security
you find no trace of time Going in around in the only places you're free Lou Bergs, you were the full taste to this from downtown Lou bergs, you were
PA? vA¤gen tvA¤ttas spA?ren bort en olycka blir minnen blott Rusningstid strax innan Jul sA? glA¶mmer nA?n ett varningsljus NA¤r Jag blir grA? NA¤r Jag
p'tit ! Dans les poches du berger, Il existe un sentier... Une morve bien sage Ornant les plis d'un vieux mouchoir ! Dans les poches du berger Se pavane
Auf dem Berge da wehet der Wind da wiegt die Maria ihr Kind. Sie wiegt es mit ihrer schlohweißen Hand sie hat auch dazu kein Wiegenband. Ach,
Berge da möcht ich wohnen auf jenem Berge da möcht ich sein. : Rosa Rosa Rosa Rosa mein ach könnt' ich ewig bei dir sein! : 2. Aufjenem Berge
I guess, you had to be there, she said, "You had to be" She handed me a yellowed photograph and then said "See, this was my greatest love, my one and
(Matraca Berg/Gary Harrison) I've been living on the wrong side of Memphis I'm really breaking away this time A full tank of gas and a '69 Tempest Taking
I watch the sun going down while I stand on sacred ground Where once the night found us in the twilight of our love You said you'd meet me here but I'
I saw you standing there Outside the windows of my heart So cold and shivering There in your world that is so dark I wish that I could set you free From
(Matraca Berg/Jim Photoglo/Harry Stinson) You turn around Then you ask me behind tears of doubt Just what do I see in you Please don't cry I know sometimes
Oh no, here we go, and there you go again, When we disagree, you leave when you don't win Honey, your sidewalk baby talk don't get it with me no more
Well, I like to walk my dog in the middle of the night You can hear us howling in the silvery light Of the lamp post in the alley, dancing in the rain
Where'd you get the number Where'd you get the matches In a motel room Were they lying in a drawer with your old boyscott badges I think I know the truth
Saturday, I drove into town In the co-op where your friends hang out I heard one say "What's she doing here?" Well, I held my head up high, swallowed
Sweet Abilena looked out at the Midwestern sky Sweet seventeen with a far away look in her eyes She said "I feel like a bird in a cage but come September