Cowgirls don't cry Cowgirls don't cry, ride, baby, ride Soon enough you gonna know why It's gonna hurt every now and then If you fall get back on again Her daddy gave her, her first pony Then taught her to ride She climbed high in that saddle Fell I

Your foothills Dry dunes cater for jumping boys From the nape of her neck he made his descent They watched men hurl from rock to sea Like sternum to button, lined lip pinches in between Iris swims quietly beside me Oh the leaves and larger weeds sway and

Dans le meilleur des mondes Quelque part où tout va pour le mieux Ils parlaient d'un pays merveilleux Pour le mieux Avant avec la misère seulement On avait déjà du mal à faire Et maintenant il y a la guerre Cette année, ces damnés militaires M'auront

Right moves Yeah, yeah, yeah, you got the Chills are running up my spine 'Cause you got me to feel All the thoughts I made up in my head, you've made them real Christina, ya dun kno nobody can test, you're da best You know what I mean?

Thanks for the add Si tu n’as pas d’ami Tom est ton ami. Des amis j’en ai des tonnes d’un peu partout genre des DOM TOM. Et sur Myspace moi je tapote pour de demander d’être mon pote, TOM. Et vrai copain, un vieux poto qui peut te dire que t’es pas beau,

Dance in and out of the beams Of a neon moon There's always room here for To watch your broken dreams Oh, but I'll be alright As long as there's light From a neon moon Oh, if you lose your one and only

Mama don't get dressed up for nothing Cause mama don't get dressed up for nothing She said hey cowboy get off of that couch Yeah, the party's on and we're goin' out I got my low cut dress and my knee highboots I'm like money to burn and nothing to lose

She's a cool drink of water She might be the devil's daughter But she's a cool drink of water And I should run yes, I probably oughta I bought my girl a diamond, it was our engagement ring She took it to a pawn shop, like it didn't mean a thing She went

Te souviens tu d'un slow, Dix ans plus tôt, Tu voulais m'épouser. Quelle drôle d'idée. Tu n'avais pas quinze ans. Tu voulais faire l'amour. Comment fait-on l'amour? J'n'étais pas un géant. J'étais plutôt gêné.

And the sound of distant thunder. The tall weeds lay flat down On the hard flat Kansas ground. And a sad song in her head, Kept blowin' round. She barely even knew his name,