100 lyrics for "La la la la la la la"
What I know now I'd fall in love. But if I knew then If I knew then 'Cause love only comes Once in a while And knocks on your door And throws you a smile Leaves every scar,
PlayThese mist covered mountains Are a home now for me But my home is the lowlands And always will be Some day you'll return to Your valleys and your farms And you'll no longer burn To be brothers in arms Through these fields of destruction
PlayTill the end We're at the start and time will tell I know what's on your mind Let's lay it on the line All the things were missin' Look I just came back to town Drink that green dragon down It's time for me talk and you to listen I know my heart, I know
PlayCha-cha now y'all Take it back now y'all One hop this time Right foot let's stomp Slide to the left Left foot let's stomp Reverse Reverse Clap your hands everybody To the left Two hops this time
PlayWhen you can't find today, oh Search all you want, oh They were always right here Well you won't find it here, oh Well the fortunes you seek, oh No need for tomorrow It was always right here You say that you're down, now Can't find a place to rest your
PlayWhatever you got, I want Where there's a will there's a way Even with the games you play Girl, you've got a one-track mind Whatever you want, I'll give to you Whatever it takes I'm willing to do, girl Your eyes speak
PlayI can show you how to slow dance And we can take it slow and How did you go from being a mama's boy to a ladies' man? I'm not goin' home with you tonight We can take it slow and But you can hold my hand You're tall, dark and handsome You're charming and
PlayPlease forgive me Love is a game we play If you love me I'm right here Come back here Go, go (from this point on it's up to you) Then don't leave me Yeah, empty rooms Looking at a photo with a kiss and a come home soon
PlayIf it's the last night it oughta be left for lovin', girl I don't know if you'll understand But I'm hoping that you'll follow me down to the waterway I'll be there if you change your mind Listening to the ticking of the hands on a clock working overtime
PlayFrom Desolation Row On Desolation Row Selling postcards Of the hanging They're painting The passports brown The beauty parlor Is filled with sailors
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