. Happy holidays to you I'm dreaming of a white Christmas. Just like the ones I used to know. Where the tree tops, glisten. And children, listen. To hear sleigh bells in the snow I'm dreaming of a white
"Hard To Believe That I Found You". By BarryWhite Ain't it a groove?. It really is, isn't it? It really is. Baby, you know what just sitting here thinking. How happy we are right now. And the
Stranger in my house -Tamia. I don't understand. You look just like the man. In the picture by our bed. The suspence is pounding and clouding up my head. I'm checkin' your clothes. And you wear the
another hit, Barry Bonds!. We outta here baby!. We outta here baby!. We outta here baby!. Dude!. Fresh off the plane, Konitchiwa bitches. Turn around another plane, my passport on pivot. As for it, I did it
Volare, oh, oh!. Cantare, oh, oh, oh, oh!. Let's fly way up in the clouds. Away from the maddening crowds. We can sing in the glow of a star that I know of. Where lovers enjoy peace of mind. Let
BarryWhite - The Secret Garden. BarryWhite E Quincy Jones. The Secret Garden. BarryWhite. . Composiзгo Quincy Jones featuring BarryWhite, Al B. Sure!, James Ingran and El DeBarge Corrigir
You're a freak. Sweet freak Come on, come on, come on, girl. Come on, come on, come on, baby. Come on, come on, come on, girl. Come here baby I can't stand it, I can't take much more. The way you
