100 lyrics for "( y oro, y oro, y oro )"
Transformer, I just popped a transformer Lit the room up, all I did was hold my arm up Went through Barney's, I spent 20k on Amiri's Got my weight up, now I'm talkin' back to Siri Smashin' foreigners, murder shit at the coroner Jackie Joyner, racin'
PlayI undressed you with my eyes I have Maybe even raped you In a dark and eerie corner of my mind I tucked you there And touched you in a dream last night Pushed you aside when you entered My thoughts at the wrong time I have sat up upon your lap and
PlayDom, dom, dom, dom, dorom, dorom Dom, dom, dom, dorom, dorom, Dom, dom, dorom, dorom Chama no grave, que ela aguenta a pressão Tem, tem gente que tenta, mas não tem As manhas pra fazer tão bem Ei, enquanto chamam atenção com o Chandon Tentam me hackear,
PlayCut the curtains the actors have gone home The intermission is a mission on it's own So dry your rain checks you can't put time on them There is no doubt you throw your in box out The intermission's a mission on it's own Grab your suitcase we don't have
PlayAnd then the lights.... Lets all gather at time square And lets all say a prayer To Walter Disney and Mike Tyson At Madison Square Garden And then the lights came on In the middle of the night What I should do with my life How I should spend my time
PlayI am francisco vasquez garcia I am welcome to almeria We have sin gas and con leche We have fiesta and feria We have the song of the cochona We have brandy and half corona And leonardo and his accordione And kalamari and macaroni Come all you rambling
PlayWake me up when September ends Summer has come and passed The innocent can never last Here comes the rain again Falling from the stars Drenched in my pain again Becoming who we are As my memory rests But never forgets what I lost
PlayAnd it sure feels right It feels like a struck match kissing gasoline It feels a little better than it ever has It sure feels good, baby let’s be bad I feel your heart, I feel you there When they get a little tipsy Corona cold in your hand, your brushed
PlayAnd it sure feels right It feels like a struck match kissing gasoline It feels a little better than it ever has It sure feels good, baby let’s be bad I feel your heart, I feel you there When they get a little tipsy Corona cold in your hand, your brushed
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