window, Thinking 'bout you all the time, Wish you were here with me Right here by my side, 'cause I'm window, window dreamin' 'cause I'm window, window
you all the time, Wish you were here with me Right here by my side, 'Cause I'm window, window dreamin' 'Cause I'm window, window dreamin' Every time I
译文: 芝加哥. 窗口Dreamin'.
all the time, Wish you were here with me Right here by my side, 'Cause I'm window, window dreamin' 'Cause I'm window, window dreamin' Every time I find
's members names, so a blank line Denotes a change in vocalist.... Yo nod What's up b-lo? Hey man, niggaz tryin' to stir up shit between amongst us And chicago
butter baby, it's like butter) Missy, Elliot Ladies windin' around Tweet show dem kindly how fi do it (Whoo) Come on When you hear the song, role down yah window
I someday will die but I'm cautious, I'm fin' to ride Put down the top, now we flossin' Hit the freeway, let the wind blow, drop the window Workin' with
train is loaded with over two And a half million pounds. That's more money than most people Can dream of. But then some people have big dreams. What
up this morning when the cold Chicago wind Blew my newspaper blanket off my back Through my dirty broken window the grey sun filtered in As I dreamed
with hatred then, the hard life is all that they'll know And there ain't no place in (Belfast) for these kids to go (Chicago) (This world) A cafeteria line in Chicago
In my dreams they come in to collect I got something that they want And I don't know what it is But you hid it in my luggage Like a needle in a haystack
Standing by the window as the fog rolls in I swear I can hear a far off music Jelly Roll is playing down in Storyville And Satchmo is wailing in Chicago
you chucked the bitch in the game?" but she ain't new to this, she done her times befo' Kick back and close my eyes, thought about her no mo' I'm on a flight to Chicago
hard life It's a hard life wherever you go And we poison our children with hatred And the hard life is all that they know At the dairyline in Chicago
: (broadway-style fake singing) Jingle bells, jingle bells, Jingle all the way! Oh, what fun it is to ride To chicago every day, oh... Thing-fish: Oooh
with hatred Then, the hard life is all that they'll know And there ain't no place in Chicago for those kids to go I was a child in the sixties Dreams
