pack up my trunk, and make ma git away. . SaintLouis woman wid her diamon' rings. Pulls dat man 'roun' by her apron strings. 'Twern't for powder an' her store-bought hair. De man she love wouldn't
One two three four. (Ooh oh) (Ooo ooh, Merry Christmas Saint Nick). Well way up north where the air gets cold. There's a tale about Christmas. That you've all been told. And a real famous cat
gonna stare you down. You cook much better on a lower flame. You burn much better when the sun goes down And heaven can wait. But you ought to be a saint. I've got your very best intentions. Helping
pack up my trunk, and make ma git away. . SaintLouis woman wid her diamon' rings. Pulls dat man 'roun' by her apron strings. 'Twern't for powder an' her store-bought hair. De man she love wouldn't
. Pre-ChorusLouis Tomlinson. What do you do when a chapter ends?. Do you close the book and never read it again?. Where do you go when your story's done?. You can be who you were or who you'll become. Oh
Saint-Tropez tout le ciel dansait. Saint-Tropez, toi tu m'embrassais. Au d?but ce n'?tait un jeu. Mais un jeune amour s'?veillait dans nos yeux. Sur nos corps ivres de soleil. Les reflets
Getting off this carousel, you can do as you please. You go to hell, you put my back against the wall. Well, I'm not gonna fall on my knees, no, not at all So you're a saint, I'm a sinner but
heard the voice inside him say. "Do you believe that what you have is what you need" You can't blame Louis. Oh, Louis He found a girl. His heart's desire. She was the first. She quenched the thirst
Bài hát Marrakech Saint Tropez - L'algerino, Florin Salam. Florin . Hey my friend . Please, Oriental Dream . Et si on allait danser Marrakech ou Saint Tropez . Fais chanter la guitare jusqu’à Lloret
for the first time in my life I hear a saint down the hall. He sings to us all. And it rings out loud I feel like I'm living. I feel like a baby. And I feel evrything for the first time in my life
