Alexander, you said "never lender not borrower be" But I didn't proffer my love, it was stolen from me Just a token, a trophy; it's gathering dust And
Here I am: kicking up the fallen leaves From every tree the wind disarms And I am wishing That it might blow you from your pedestal And carry you into
She always said crying won't get things done She said the rain never brings out the sun And you know that she'd tell you those tears won't un-break your
Give me a ho, if you've got your funky bus fare,ho There's a Double Dutch Bus comin' down the street Movin' pretty fast, so kinda shuffle your feet Get
Překlad: Smith, Frankie. Double Dutch Bus.
...A mururoa jouer, comme a la plage de saint tropez A mururoa tuer ? tres a la page (je suis francais!) Je suis pas alarme, l?eau de la mere c?est vin
