poses You still can't touch my roses I touch roses I touch roses I touch roses I touch roses If you think I'm magical 'Cause roses bloom with my touch
Превод: Американски психар саундтрак. Аз Touch розите [книга Of Love].
this shit [E-40] Look out pimp! Oyster Perpetual, cushion cut bezel I'm busy I ain't even had time to eat a fortune cookie Since I signed with BME every
't enough You gotta do better than talk the big talk Or an occasional courtesy call I ain't seen roses and I ain't seen a thing Of what love's got to
chance Love it or leave it, you can't understand A pretty face but you do so carry on And on and on I wouldn't front the scene if you payed me I'm just
I thought that food stamps were money So by ten I was the mess, got a men and then I had friend So now I'm snatching pocket books with Sean Wilkinson ?
i wouldn't front the scene if you paid me I'm just the way that the doctor made me on, and on, and on,and on love is the red the rose on your coffin
cicadas are omnipotent sound. The kampong is dark and still. I am not what I thought I was. I am not what I seem. Most of all, I am not what I am. I
I feel uncomfortable when I'm laughed at in the streets, But I don't want to be one of them. I want to be an outsider, At the same time I'd like to come
were you in our lean hour) Milking your moustache? Or grinding a flower? I'm sick of dour faces Staring at me from the T.V. Tower. I want roses in my
could have wrote the book Blinded by my selfish ways girl I could not see that I was losing you (that I was losing you) When You Needed Roses I should
the memory Of every touch a thrill, I've been through the mill I've lived a lot and learned a lot, you loved me not and still I miss you so much Thanks
I don't love you anymore Trouble is I don't love you any less I don't love you anymore... Trouble is I don't love you any less LONELY KNOW MY SECRET
roses that I planted yesterday I didn't think they'd die so soon but they're all withered now Seems like everything I touch turns out that way Well, I guess I
questions makes the answers hard to find I think I've covered everything but still there's something that I've missed I used to read you, baby, like a book
, and on, and on I wouldn't front the scene if you payed me I'm just the way that the doctor made me, on, and on, and on, and on Love is the
selves. Of course I feel uncomfortable when I'm laughed at in the streets, But I don't want to be one of them. I want to be an outsider, At the same
for the memory Of every touch a thrill, I've been through the mill I've lived a lot and learned a lot, you loved me not and still I miss you so much
