, my love Why does it alway rain in my heart, my sweet baby? Oh, my lady, I can't live without you, oh no Oh, baby, why does it alway rain in my heart, tell me, baby Oh, my
you forever, forever my love Chorus Oh baby, why does it alway rain in my heart My sweet baby? Oh my lady, I can't live without you, oh no Oh baby, why does it alway rain in my heart
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you forever, forever my love Chorus Oh baby, why does it always rain in my heart My sweet baby? Oh my lady, I can't live without you, oh no Oh baby, why does it alway rain in my heart
weary eyes and drift away, It's alright Close your weary eyes and drift away, It's alright {{Napolean}} When I got the news, my heart dropped down to my
'm talking about Should I begin to spit it just like the wind Show my power take flight and quickly ascend Like a bird beating my wings to the pulse of
My counter act's my counterpart takin' your heart You made a move to pull my plug now that ass got sparked All I seeing and knowing is my business and
Heard about it on the Hit Parade I've got, I've got to keep my radio on I want, I want to hear how things have gone Broadcast over the pirate airwaves
was raised in a way That corrupted my mind I watch my family abuse each other At the drop of a dime It fucked my head up And I can't think straight
u hear my heart is beating [12:43.90]L.O.V.E. [12:46.40]Love is illegal in my heart [12:49.50]can you Hear my heart is beating [12:51.50]Well,
Would you take me in your arms and give your heart to me again No matter where we've been - I wanna try I am ready to forgive and give my heart to you
Modern Talking talk hour. Yes! Keeping it real for 1998, and so on, 98.7 on your FM dial, baby, you're my heart. YOU'RE MY HEART, YOU'RE MY SOUL
t Cotch pon my pillow Weh a love man for nike An ah love man for fila Dat's not the ways of Anciento war gorilla Me rather den to save all my sasaparilla
through your monitor my uzi still weigh a ton check the barometer im hotter than the mothafuckin sun check the thermometer im bringin ancient mathematics back to the modern man my
and thrust out my staff and wet Till the motherfuckin' rains get jealous You Gotta Work It's not coincidental I use my soul for a stencil to outline
