Dave Gahan - Dirty sticky floors
Tekst :
Waiting for the last time for my friend to change my mind
Waiting for the last drop seems like a long, long time
Maybe I should go back home
I sit and wait right by the phone
Praying off the porcelain throne
On my dirty sticky floor
Ask me what I want
Easy, that s just more
How long will I wait for you?
Twice as long as I did before
Standing in the freezing snow
Maybe you left I just don t know
I ll soon be lying on my own
On some dirty sticky floor
I hope no one can see me
The tinman says I m doing fine
That line ain t going to get me
See that gun right there - it s mine
I painted the face where I burnt the floor
Now the face become my devil s door
Laying in the back-room
On my dirty sticky floor
My dirty sticky Inne utwory
Deeper and deeper Bitter apple Use you Down A little lie 21 Days Stand up Miracles Insoluble A little piece Maybe I need you Black and blue again Stay Breathe Saw something Kingdom Hold on Losowe utwory
[Mystikal]
Whaaa, wassup nigga?
This for my niggas in them Big Trucks
This for all my niggas in them SUV s, you heard me?
This for my Big Truck Drivers, look nigga blow yo Big Truck Horn
You still could see me in my...
See you walking down the street,
i just want to talk to you.
But you don’t
Have too much to say,
so i’ll just be on my way.
Refrain:
Cause you’re just too
Shy, (just too shy, shy girl)...just too shy,
(just too shy, shy girl), aww
Babe, you’re just too shy (just too shy, shy girl).
Sittin...
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Il vit très bien sans elle
La ville n a pas changé
Le matin il descend
Comme on donne à manger
À un petit enfant
Son ventre se rappelle
Puis il ouvre un journal
Sans le vouloir vraiment
Tout ça lui est égal
Un morceau de métal
Dans sa...