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Yeah, Papa don't take no mess. Papa don't take no mess. Papa is the man who can understand. How a man has to do. Whatever he can, hot me. . Papa don't, Papa don't, Papa don't. Papa don't take
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sleeve. But me Papa oh papa tonight. Papa oh I'll be alright Look left. Look where you wanna be. Look up. Look where you left me I should have known. By the ice in his eye. But you warm me up with
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ngang qua lon ton. Chớp chớp mắt 2 nách đã 2 con. Mà làm như mình vẫn còn son. 1 thế giới vẫn quay phía sau cánh gà. 1 tấm chiếu mới toanh được gọi papa. 1 trời mây bão giông luôn chờ ở nhà. Giờ là lúc
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Yeah, Papa don't take no mess. Papa don't take no mess. Papa is the man who can understand. How a man has to do. Whatever he can, hot me. . Papa don't, Papa don't, Papa don't. Papa don't take
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Yeah, Papa don't take no mess. Papa don't take no mess. Papa is the man who can understand. How a man has to do. Whatever he can, hot me. . Papa don't, Papa don't, Papa don't. Papa don't take
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Papa don't take no mess. Papa don't take no mess. Papa is the man who can understand. How a man has to do whatever he can, hit me Papa don't, papa don't, papa don't. Papa don't take no mess, no
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Crazy, papa crazy Now papa don't give a damn, or say, "Thank you, m'aam". Eatin' filet mignon, lobster tails and crab. He eats the finest food, he ain't the kindest dude. And then to put it to you
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tiPapa, Can You Hear Me?. arBarbra Streisand. alWhat Matters Most - Barbra Streisand Sings the Lyrics of Alan & Marilyn Bergman. Papa, Can You Hear Me?. May the light. Of this flickering candle
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tiPapa, Can You Hear Me?. arBarbra Streisand. alWhat Matters Most - Barbra Streisand Sings the Lyrics of Alan & Marilyn Bergman. Papa, Can You Hear Me?. May the light. Of this flickering candle
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. Paris may we agree?. That you can surrogately. Be my papa. I was born in the arms of your sacred heart, oh-oh. Paris may we agree?. Perhaps embarassingly. That you\'re my papa. I was born in your arms
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It's carbonide monoxide. The ol' Detroit perfume. It hangs on the highways in the mornin'. And it lays you down by noon Oh, Papa Hobo. You can see that I'm dressed like a schoolboy. But I feel
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My papa was a hobo when they delivered me. We didn't have a doctor 'cause he couldn't pay the fee. But when the goin' got too bad to ease his misery. Papa played the Dobro this way and he'd go
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My papa was a hobo when they delivered me. We didn't have a doctor 'cause he couldn't pay the fee. But when the goin' got too bad to ease his misery. Papa played the Dobro this way and he'd go
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. . Papa, can you hear me?. Papa, can you see me?. Papa can you find me in the night?. Papa are you near me?. Papa, can you hear me?. Papa, can you help me not be frightened?. Looking at the skies I
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I've got a jet propelled papa with a magic ray. Yes I've got a jet propelled papa with a magic ray. He'll put your head in a spin and take your breath away. . Now when he gets started. There's
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. Momma I'm depending on you, to tell me the truth. Momma just hung her head and said, son (Chorus). Papa was a rolling stone, (my son). Where ever he laid his hat was his home. and when he died, all he
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tiPapa, Can You Hear Me?. arBarbra Streisand. alWhat Matters Most - Barbra Streisand Sings the Lyrics of Alan & Marilyn Bergman. Papa, Can You Hear Me?. May the light. Of this flickering candle
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Song Sweet Papa John - Johnny Winter. Allright now yeah They call me sweet papa John. My candy is known for miles around (my candy is known for miles around). They call me sweet papa John. My
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My papa was a hobo when they delivered me . . We didn't have a doctor cause he couldn't pay the fee . . But when the goin' got too bad to ease his misery . . Papa played the dobro this a way
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J'aim' bien rigoler, mais pas mon papa. J'aim' bien le soleil et la biche au bois. J'aim' bien rigoler et c'est pas marrant. De faire des dict? Es les jours de printemps. . Soirs et matins
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J'aim' bien rigoler, mais pas mon papa. J'aim' bien le soleil et la biche au bois. J'aim' bien rigoler et c'est pas marrant. De faire des dict? Es les jours de printemps. . Soirs et matins
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J'aim' bien rigoler, mais pas mon papa. J'aim' bien le soleil et la biche au bois. J'aim' bien rigoler et c'est pas marrant. De faire des dict? Es les jours de printemps. . Soirs et matins
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I didn't want you, did not need you. Sure wouldn't mean to kick you down. You know I love you, I really love you. Sure do wish you'd come around But you're the kind of sugar papa likes. And when
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Bài hát Petit Papa Noël - Eddie Constantine, Tania. C'est la belle nuit de Noel. La neige étend son manteau blanc. A genoux, les petits enfants,. Et les yeux levés vers le ciel,. Avant de fermer les
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Allright now yeah They call me sweet papa John. My candy is known for miles around (my candy is known for miles around). They call me sweet papa John. My candy is known for miles around. Lord
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Potatoes,. Jump back Jack, See you later alligator. Come here sister. Papa's in the swing. He ain't too hip now. But I can dig that new breed babe;. He ain't no drag. He's got a brand new bag Oh papa
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Potatoes,. Jump back Jack, See you later alligator. Come here sister. Papa's in the swing. He ain't too hip now. But I can dig that new breed babe;. He ain't no drag. He's got a brand new bag Oh papa
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I want a tall skinny papa. Yeah!. I want a tall skinny papa. Yeah!. I want a tall skinny papa. Yeah!. I want a tall skinny papa. Yeah!. I want a tall skinny papa. That's all I'll ever need
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nu een beetje te laat om een vader te hebben. Ik weet niet eens of jij een zoon verdiend. Maar ooit misschien. En ik weet niet of ik op je lijk papa Want ik heb je nooit gezien
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Everyday my papa would work . To try to make ends meet . To see that we would eat . Keep those shoes upon my feet . Every night my papa would take me . And tuck me in my bed . Kiss me on my head
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Bài hát Papa đang bực, cháu xin lỗi chú! - Linh Thộn. 2, 3 con mực. Papa đang bực. 3 chai tăng lực. Papa căng cực. Papa đang giục. Chia tay liên tục. Papa không vui. Vì anh. Nên là chú yên tâm, chú
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Bài hát Petit Papa Noël - Boney M. C'est la belle nuit de Noel. La neige etend son manteau blanc. Et les yeux leves vers le ciel. A genoux, les petits enfants. Avant de fermer les paupieres. Font une
