(Four three two one) [Kool Savas] Rapt ihr Idioten (Techno Piloten) Sie verkaufen ihren Hintern wie Opel was fresh ihr lebt noch hinter dem Mond wenn
Vers 1: Ey jo ich traf dich im Club, du warst da mit nem Jung, aber mit nem Glas in der Hand. Und ich sah dir mitten ins Gesicht, doch du wandest
ist auch wenn des hoch und tief ist auch wenn mein gluck nurn traum ist lass mich im glauben daran, aber weck mich nicht auf [Curse]: Verse 3 Ich wei
einer hinten Du wackelst mit deinem Arsch, wahrend dessen kriecht dein Freund in mein Arsch Feature ist zu teuer also mochte er ein [??] hor John Bello 3
One less bell to answer One less egg to fry One less man to pick up after I should be happy, but all I do is cry Cry, cry no more laughter Oh, I should
There are people going hungry every day They've got nothing on their plates And you're filling your fat Face with every different kind of cake And if
She lay in bed all night watching the colors change She lay in bed all night watching the morning change She lay in bed all night watching the morning
Sebastian you're in a mess You had a dream, they called you king Of all the hipsters, is it true? Or are you still the queen? Like getting blood out
Sunbeam shone, mousy girl on the end pew You'd stay home, oh, if only I let you Le Pastie de la Bourgeoisie Municipal pool, you're a junior life saver
I love the sun And the hi-lights in your hair They turn me on And if you wanna go Just go we'll run away 'Cause I don't mind Any day will be fine Anyway
Hello, beautiful, how's it going? I hear, it's wonderful In California I've been missin' you, it's true But tonight, I'm gonna fly Yeah tonight, I'm
spite. Last chance! To bail out from fright. Hold tight - you might get air sick at my height. Countdown Start... 10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1...Launch.
oh gott oh gott das glaub ich nicht was mir da grad ins auge sticht der ist doch nicht aus dieser welt ich frage mich was mich noch hlt es trifft ein
Intro(David Archuleta): Check 1, 2, 3. Check 1, 2, 3. It's Working Welcome to NBC's Cancer Performance David Archuleta: The heart is stronger Than
made for, Oh, so long that I've been waiting, I'm sweating bullets, baby, don't know what to do now, So hot in here, I'm fainting, Like little children, baby, waiting for the school bell
black windowsills And my heart jumped every ledge Until one bright morning when I woke I heard bells, girl she gently
dos nos queremos Y este amor que compartimos Es bello y esta lindo Como ayer no tengo miedo Yo te quiero y para siempre te amare [Verse 3] The lovin
Bells are chiming for victory There's a page back in history, 45 They came back to the world that they fought for Didn't turn out just like they thought