Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, call me Steve-o, I'm a wild boy, fuck an eighth I need o's I'm a wild boy, I'ma I'ma wild boy There he go that's John Doe Yeah bitch yeah bitch I'm with Steve-o This liquor got the best of me Yeah Cobain's back

Don't worry What's your name? Don't be afraid We won't hurt you Lost your way? Just do as we say And we won't hurt you

Emma Stanton cache ses dents D'un timide revers de manche Ses rares sourires n'en sont du coup Que plus touchants Emma détourne le regard Les yeux en disent bien trop Plus qu'il n'en faut

Beauty and the Beast Tale as old as time Ever as before And ever just as sure Certain as the sun Song as old as rhyme True as it can be Barely even friends Then somebody bends

All I needed was the last thing I wanted To sit alone in a room and say it all out loud Every moment, every second, every trespass Every awful thing, every broken dream A couple years back and forth with myself in a cage Banging my head against the wall

I want to talk about me Want to talk about I Want to talk about number one Oh my me my What I think, what I like, what I know, what I want, what I see I like talking about you, you, you, you usually, but occasionally That's right We talk about your work

I was laughing, Playing in the streets, I was unknowing; I didn't know my fate. The game of love, but never really showing; I thought that love could wait. I was a young man and sure to go astray. You walked right into my life and told me love would find

What a shame What a loss Love to you, babe Do what you have to I think I know what you're trying to say Love to the lovers Hate to the haters The winner takes She takes it all

And I know it's no fun when your first son Gets up to no good, starts freaking out the neighborhood Sorry, mama, there are times I get carried away Please, don't worry, next time I'm home, I'll still be the same Really, I'm fine, never been better, got

Paints a trace of sadness Sweet, sweet is the night When the day is done and there's nowhere to run And the people of the city have all lost and won In your city dress you stand and stare And you smoke another cigarette and comb your hair And the light