beautiful girl Does she think that I'm her type of a guy I'm a dreamer, that I cannot deny It's so hard and I'm so shy Beautiful girl, beautiful girl
her type of a guy I'm a dreamer That I cannot deny It's so hard And I'm so shy Beautiful girl Beautiful girl Beautiful girl (Cause you're my beautiful girl
Превод: Момиче орган. Красив.
Превод: Властите не. Красива момиче.
hard to breathe Now and then, I get insecure From all the fame, I?m so ashamed I am beautiful no matter what they say Words can?t bring me down I am beautiful
and not here too I'm flunking out, I'm flunking out I'm gone, I'm just gone But at least I author my own disaster At least I author my own disaster
girls, talkin' 'bout smart girls Sexy legs with high iqs Smart girls, I love the smart girls You brainy babes with your attitudes Smart smart smart smart girls Smart girls Wish they all could be Smart girls
's hand to hold It was a labor of pain It was a cold sky above But for the girl on the ground in the dark With every beat of her beautiful heart It was
A huge void in my life make it right I'm staring up at the Pope, it soak it up while he spoke it Mesmerized and repeated, like he the author that wrote
carried me to heaven. "Boys, did you ever see a girl for whom your soul you'd give With a form like the Milo Venus, too beautiful to live With eyes
that Some nights I pray to God and ask Him to pull my cord 'Cuz times is hard like the [Incomprehensible] street'll leave you scarred Street wise with no respect for authority
's Whay You're Back With Him. I Shouldn't Have Been So Nice. You Used Me For My Shoulder, And Left Without Saying Goodbye. Girls Like You Are Ruthless And Beautiful
and not here too I'm flunking out, I'm flunking out, I'm gone, I'm just gone But at least I author my own disaster At least I author my own disaster
a huge void in my life make it right [Chamillionaire] I'm staring up at the Pope, it soak it up while he spoke it Mesmerized and repeated, like he the author
s hand to hold It was a labor of pain It was a cold sky above But for the girl on the ground in the dark With every beat of her beautiful heart It was
's hand to hold It was a labor of pain, it was a cold sky above But for the girl on the ground in the dark with every beat of her beautiful heart It
