Quedar quieto, mudo y saber Es fascinacion, adoracion Es mirar tus ojos y ver, Que es posible amar, posible dar, Perdonar Fue la tarde en que naci Fue
: Quedar quieto, mudo y saber Es fascinacion, adoracion Es mirar tus ojos y ver, Que es posible amar, posible dar, Perdonar Fue la tarde en que naci
So this is heartache, Ia??ve forgotten how to breathe right now, its taken me over like i never dreamed it could, we tell lies and we believe them, but
not a little bit ([Incomprehensible]) (We gon smoke a Sherm stick) We gon smoke a dip, all of it Not a little bit, we gon smoke a dip (Sherm stick) In
it's a brand new day Come home, my Sherri, Sherri runaway Come on, there's a devil to pay Come home, my Sherri, Sherri runaway Sherri runaway Sherri runaway Sherri
Conformism - so addictive Sheer neglect - man's complexity Permanent ignorance - collective stupidity Faceless - identities Decrease - possibilities Conformism - so addictive Sheer
Beautiful teamsters, please let me join 'Can't drive a truck, but I'm willing to loin Beautiful teamsters, I love youse all That's why I'm standing by
My name is Mr. Bloom and I'm from New Rochelle And I sing this happy tune Because my son, the astronaut, young Harvey Bloom Has landed on the moon My
No more pencils, no more books No more teachers dirty looks Dropouts, dropouts, yeah team On dropouts down the field Ain't we the national shame Cheer
Listen all you children to my sad refrain About a subway conductor on a runaway train Squeezing people into cars, he won his fame And John Charles Cohen
I'm called Little Butterball Dear Little Butterball Though I could never tell why My calories mount My cholesterol count Is as high as an elephant's eye
Hello Muddah, hello Fadduh, Here I am at Camp Grenada Camp is very entertaining and they say we'll have some fun if it stops raining. I went hiking with
My daughter needs a new phonograph She wore out all the needles Besides, I broke the old one in half I hate the Beatles She says they have a Liverpool
When you're driving through the desert And your car runs out of gas Lotsa luck, pal, lotsa luck When you try to stop some strangers They will holler as
If you're always stealing goodies from a big department store You need an analyst, a psychoanalyst If your pocket's full of little things you've never
I know a man named Otis, who invented a room And his heart was filled with pride I said to Mr. Otis, "What does your room do?" He said, "It goes from
You got all the answers Stay this night I'll make it up to you In some way somehow Oh but Sherri don't fail me now Oh but Sherri don't fail me now
