Danielson - Kids Pushing Kids | Текст Иностранной Песни
Kids are pushing kids Kids are pushing kids On down Till they all hit ground Parents, pick your brats up At the lost and found I have given up, but
Danielson - Two Sitting Ducks | Текст Иностранной Песни
Till the end of me I'm gonna make you my priority This coming holiday I'm gonna make you my priority Love the things you buy I'm gonna make you my
Danielson - Five Stars And Two Thumbs Up | Текст Иностранной Песни
Thank you For lending me your hand For sharing time today For giving that idea That made It a nice and easy day So saying now thank you For
Danielson - Time That Bald Sexton | Текст Иностранной Песни
I got no sense of time The second hand slaps Me, oh, so silly And insults my character now For I like my Mood to lead me I walk into your room
Danielson - Ship The Majestic Suffix | Текст Иностранной Песни
Before our time, upon a noun There stood still a ship Standing proud She tows lines, transforms words To be more than they are When they are alone on their own
Danielson - Bloodbook On The Halfshell | Текст Иностранной Песни
Rowing, ringing, cares a flinging As we ride this boat of hide All eagle-eyed and dignified Down the river, across the great divide Words beside at the highest of
Danielson - When It Comes To You I'm Lazy | Текст Иностранной Песни
I lay my head on your thighs And close my eyes And think of All of our days Fast moving months They pass us by For me things take time To seep in, into
Danielson - He Who Flattened Your Flame Is Getting Torched | Текст Иностранной Песни
I recall the day when I was in thee Thee womb, I could hear you so soon I will see your face I liked to play alone Never ever all alone My first day to
Danielson - Cast It At The Setting Sail | Текст Иностранной Песни
Come on Come on Come on Come on When life's got your goat now By his tail and by his goat throat Lighten up and gather All those cares, all your
Danielson - My Lion Sleeps Tonight | Текст Иностранной Песни
Distant country My share of the estate Poison Stomach Is filled with Pig pods No longer worthy To be called your son But papa runs to me