The Phone This Is... More Than Love Chorus: Fly Away Tell Me That You Want Me Here To Stay One Day I Will Be A Sunday Fly Away Take My Hand We
Phone This Is... More Than Love Chorus: Fly Away Tell Me That You Want Me Here To Stay One Day I Will Be A Sunday Fly Away Take My Hand We'll
译文: T型勺. 飞走英尺。苏菲Dijckmans.
译文: T型勺. 飞走[单机版].
a Smith &a Wesson Trying to make it to the top, 100,000 miles away Somewhere in Gabon, where guerillas known to fly cage Pedal to the floor, I don't
echo follows the Maserati as the petrol swallows, Im a thousand bodies away from a skeleton check your bible inside it, it will say this guys an elephant I'm fly
spoon-fed Apple Jacks in bed room Fresh freak with the ice cubes and a lot of headroom [unverified] A dope ho strip show with all the girls we know I won't
the sky I want to touch the stuff But I don't need to fly I'm gonna climb up every mountain on the moon And find the dish that ran away with the spoon
I didn't do shit Now I gotta waste time to find a new chick Someone who understand a man's gotta be a man I don't wanna have to lie just to get into your
Joey, we a perfect fit He like starting shit, I like ending shit I don't squash the beef, I don't bend a bit It ain't intricate I'm gon' shoot your
soak your feet, air them out Brain message, think about pink Stress relieving, no dishes in the sink Upper lower, left, right, neck don't play Back rub, count on, take me away
boy got away That night we celebrate like it was a holiday I use to be broke didn't have big faces I had to wipe my ass with the yellow pages No T
Check out 9th street, a big sign, El-Pee got served in neon Trendy indie underground 'cause you haven't got a choice Take away your elitist buddies and you haven't
and fun for pvc Fall or Fly I don't mind, I don't mind I'll try anything I don't mind, I don't mind I'll swing at everything Hide it all away I will
this feeling about you and I can't bear to be apart from you The dancind days were fine we used to dine on mince and quince without a spoon yeah without a spoon
prince was a brick The brick was an egg, the egg was a bird (Fly away you sweet little thing, they're hard on your tail) Hadn't you heard? (They're
style I deliver Maybe way, down upon a swampy river! Far far away (hooray!) yippie-kay-yo-kay-yay Whoa, the dish ran away with the spoon andddd-dddain't
away---aye I aye ayy He'll tear through the homefront, he'll lift you up laughing He'll blow every signpost away As the weather report says high drama
