She said, "Catch me if you can You better plan, gentlemen" So the story goes Robin Hood stole the magic seeds from a Sherwood Dignitary Set 'em afloat
Red Aston Martin Vanquish V12 sick Red cranberry juice in my vodka [Chorus] Game so violent, give me a backwood, roll a violet Blow the smoke out and
Four strings across the bridge Ready to carry me over Over the quavers, drunk in the bars Out of the realm of the orchestra Out of the realm of the orchestra
I remember the Night That sight's still inside On old men's streets Ghosts of never beens Voices of the Violin Cried for many Nights Flames of the mind
Well before you know it he is born, He's looking up through painted bars And he hears a hairy stranger say "He'll learn to play the violin." His mother
Falling, falling Gonna drop like a stone I'm fallin' through the atmosphere On a warm afternoon If lovers discover That everyone dies So don't tell me
I'll play second fiddle to your new love while it lasts Just like all the others I played for in the past Why can't I be a leader and play a leading part
It seems you think that thirty-five is just a little too old But I'm not ready yet to be put out in the cold I've got plenty of good love left woman if
Strange face, with your eyes So pale and sincere Underneath you know well You have nothing to fear For the dreams that came To you when so young Told
I turned myself unto myself and asked myself who you are well, you made me but what do I love when I'm with you I WONDER WHERE YOUR TOUNGE HAS BEEN
[The Enchanted Violin] Par espaces immobiles,lointain. Ames lumineuses sont transportees Avec rythme cadence A la derniere demeure, par espaces immobiles
Seems I'm always right behind never first in line A winner maybe I'm not meant to be Number one would be just fine but I guess I'm not that kind Second
Now the time has come to face, my untold fears Every waking hour, drained me through the years So that I'm not one with myself my strength, my gift
Lately I I've been heading for a breakdown Every time I leave my house Well, it feels just like a shake down Between street sweepers and the pushers
Violin-lin-lin, violin-lin-lin, violin-lin-lin Violin-lin-lin, violin-lin-lin, violin-lin-lin Hippo, hippo, hippo, hippo, hippo, hippo, hippo Mop, mop
Love was like a violin, playing soft and low In your heart you held the strings, in my heart the bow Together we made soft sweet music, together we believed
I'll play second fiddle to your new love while it lasts Just like all the others I've played for in the past Why can't I be a leader and play your leading
[Juan Gotti] Forver I'mma ride bein high fool (es el loco Juan Gotti) 11-45-55-2 (that's my TDC number) Don't ever think of it as you ride through (smokin
