ترجمه: Mallrats موسیقی متن فیلم. Squirtgun -- اجتماعی.
ترجمه: Mallrats موسیقی متن فیلم. اجتماعی [Squirtgun].
ترجمه: Squirtgun. بوسه زبان.
ترجمه: Squirtgun. رایت برای شما.
Everyday I sit and stare and guess the color of your underwear but you don't even notice me I think I need you hopelessly Sometimes when you're lost
Someone here is a two face liar Spreading gossip like an old town crier bent on revenge, squeeking like a rusty hinge How could you never stop and think
I'm allergic, allergic to you Like beehives swell allegric to you Like scratch dogs bark allergic to you Yeah, I'm allergic to you. Poisoned and mean
Another sunny afternoon Mental pictures of you Exposures you'll never see Another sunny afternoon Come on tell me the truth Do you still think of me?
far away, voice on telephone everyday slips further away on and on i long and long and sing a song of love out to her everyday i lay awake and dream
He's sitting frozen with mud on his feet in Indiana And his blue skin plays a January song His mind a-wanders to the sunshine he's been missing in the
Yelling poems, and some record roars But I keep hearing your voice Hearing you blare through the noise I don't know if I told you But I don't like having
Juan V., he's puttin' down another fist fight Bean cans, they're pickin' coffee. It's a long night Slave sages, penny wages, All I ever do is criticize
When the whales came up to breath in sunlight in they rolled on their stomachs in the sand And when I rush like lava too Eardrums crashing you were
I wanted to leave you, but you left me first I thought I could take it, but you made it worse You crooked smile made me feel right at home When I was
The situation is I'm broke Heck, I've been there lots before The situation is I know She still digs me anyhow My girl she's got it all My girl she's
Grind me down on a beach in New Orleans I'll never let you snore Shake like a snake in a clutch of moon shiver Sparkle like a capital floor You and me
You were my only friend But you broke my heart again When you didn't jump through the TV screen I don't know if this love is right But I dream of you
Well my hair is cryin' In wild mist of liar's corner Tearin' fruit apart with my bare hands My hands are cryin' lately Well, the snow is blowin' In this
