Pixies Lyrics
Pixies Lyrics
"Subbacultcha Lyrics"
Crime Of Passion Lyrics
(B. Gibb/R. Gibb/M. Gibb) I must be crazy they don't know what we've done You are my lover Even though I know it's w
(B. Gibb/R. Gibb/M. Gibb) I must be crazy they don't know what we've done You are my lover Even though I know it's w
This is a song about something there
there is something about this song
we did the clubs what ass
i was hoping to have her in the sack
i was looking handsome
she was looking like an erotic vulture
i was all dressed in black
she was all dressed up
Jesus Of Rio Lyrics
written by Graham Nash and Jeff Pevar you are standing on top of the world with the rich on one side and the po
in blackwritten by Graham Nash and Jeff Pevar you are standing on top of the world with the rich on one side and the po
every thing was fine down here
what you call it here
call it what you will here
way down down down in this subbacultcha
her warm white belly in the life i'd lived had seen nothing
finer she shakes and she moves me or something
she's like jel
Somewhere Tonight Lyrics
Somewhere tonight he's a live wire he's got his sights on someone new Somewhere tonight he's a high flyer and I'm so lonesome I do
lyroll like sculptureSomewhere tonight he's a live wire he's got his sights on someone new Somewhere tonight he's a high flyer and I'm so lonesome I do
i was wearing eyeliner
she was wearing eyeliner
it was so good down here
saving for my scrapbook here
way down down down in this subbacultcha
now we live on the sea and relax and ride the tack
drug running on this panamanian scho
He Whipped My Ass In Tennis (Then I Fucked His Ass In Bed) Lyrics
I was really not the sort To do it on the tennis court He whipped my ass in tennis Then I fucked his ass in bed I
onerI was really not the sort To do it on the tennis court He whipped my ass in tennis Then I fucked his ass in bed I
she walks the deck in a black dress
and me i dress up in black
and we listen to the sea
and look at the sky in a poetic kind of way
what you call it
when you look at the sky in a poetic kind of way
you know when you grope for luna.