'm proud to be a cadaverous cartographer Slicing through mortal shells Discerning the secrets they tell Engaged in necrology Gross anatomy Surgery
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ALLISON GROSS Oh, Allison Gross, that lives in yon tower The ugliest witch in the north country Has trysted me one day up in her bower And many fair speech
chien a grossi Aaah! Ma fille a grossi Ma fille a grossi Elle peut plus faire ses d'voirs Ont dirait Babar Elle tient plus sont stylo Tellement ses doigts sont gros
Des imbeciles a la tele On s'crisse de vous pis d'vos idees On a ben vu ce que cela a donne Un gros tas d'marde a ramasser Bienvenue a l'an 2000 gang
Is Gross Her Body Is Gross i mean like but ur gross baby I Know Thats Real Gross I Mean Like Really Really Gross I Gross She's Real Gross This Is Gross
Fake the pork needs talentness I disrespect I just hate you man it makes me hard And can you soar because I'm really proud of you Fake like a pig within
Wiem wystarczy czasem podac dlon Jak duzo moga pomoc czule slowa Ile ciepla niesie usmiech, ale wiem Niestety niekiedy to za malo Czasem trzeba cos od
the gross out Ain't corruptin' you Alone and trippin' out on Acid agein' in your room I feel so down Time bring me round C'mon now let me feel the gross
Porterage down The dark gross chapel The stepped streets around now Sells person mobile Porterage down Dark gross chapel The stepped streets around now
Gray socks and black shoes, black hair and eyes so true A smile like a cool wind blowing through lips that kiss like a fool These are the memories I have
I'm the desert, you're the rain When I'm cracked and dry you ease my pain When my aching body crumbles Wanting of a peaceful refrain I whisper to you
If one kiss from you could have lasted forever Then I would have died a happy man But now I know why we're not meant for each other And why your lips
Well, I was born up north of Great Slave 1898 and I rode near all my life on a ranch Near Devil's Gate and I've seen this world About me bend and flip
Don't call me for supper if you don't mean to feed me Don't tell me you love me with that gun in your hand Cause I fall down dumbfounded In the face of
Something in the way you talk maybe baby, just the way you walk is shaking all the leaves out of the trees Something in the way you smile teeth and lips
After the guns are silent And after my wounds have healed And after all these crosses Have been planted in all these fields And after that long boat ride
I woke to find the note that I thought would never be found on my cupboard door It said that you needed time on your own somewhere to heal the scars of
