It?s too late to be sentimental, you see Already said good-bye I probably should have stuck to my guns then Now you?re refreshing my memory, reminding
Drivers running by Alone in their cars Don?t stop for me I look out of place In their daily race For I take my time How I love to stroll Along deadly
Para que tentar agora para que querer ficar o passado nunca volta e eu tambem nao vou voltar Solidao nao me apavora nada vai
Now what?s the name of this game, I suppose I can play But you had better beware, now, because we?re playing my way Though you?re a sharp one you?ll never
Between the lines, between the clefts in time The time that slips away before our eyes I see you smile, you watch me for a while So, unexpectedly, but
Solidao, fim de noite, verao no espelho das aguas se ve uma nuvem no alto a boiar sentinela do amanhecer Acalanto do vento no mar pensamento querendo
We?re steppin? out, now, hey what?s cookin?, that?s what?s cookin? It?s still a thrill to show ?em what?s cookin?, up in this house Got their attention
There in a box on a shelf in its original frame Her eyes so big, new and bright squint in the sun He says aloud to himself, ?Why did I toss this away
If you want me baby show me a sign Begun to think about you all the time ?Cause I can tell that your tastes are refined In matters of food, aesthetics
See you move cross the floor what do I do Well I can feel your desire baby And you can feel mine too And when the dj plays a tune that I like Well it'
Pourquoi vouloir tester B2OB ? Mon art est martial, sort de ma classe pour mieux clasher. Essaye pas de flasher un vaisseau spatial, J'suis vulgaire,
Quand j'etais gosse, haut comme trois pommes, J'parlais bien fort pour etre un homme J'disais, JE SAIS, JE SAIS, JE SAIS, JE SAIS C'etait l'debut, c'
Du lundi jusqu'au sam'di, Pour gagner des radis, Quand on a fait sans entrain Son p'tit truc quotidien, Subi le proprietaire, L'percepteur, la boulangere
De la rue des Halles a la rue d'la Huchette On connait Fifine la reine des bals musette Le soir quand elle passe en roulant des mirettes Plus d'un gars
Du fond de sa misere il entendait parfois : Gabin, jeune utopiste tu prends la vie comme un refrain. Tu crois que tu n'existe que quand les autres tapes des mains. Gabin
: Pourquoi vouloir tester B2OB ? Mon art est martial, sort de ma classe pour mieux clasher. Essaye pas de flasher un vaisseau spatial, J'suis vulgaire
Pressure?s reminding me of the past now Shaowy figures and doubts The hour?s too late to have mercy on myself I?m needing a friend, the play button?s