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Jimmy Clay So as you walk down the street who will talk to you Six o´ clock it´s getting late The moon is rising and the sticky dew fall´s to the ground by the gate With your rfile on your shoulder as you walk alone Listening to the boot-heels hit the sod Smokin your cigar as you

Time to wake up the world RedOne! It's party o'clock Hello world, Kat Deluna Hello world, one more time Wake up, wake up, it's party o'clock Got to do that di da di da di da di da di da Oh Oh Oh Oh I don't even check the time, I just look up to the sky When the sun goes up, then the party's going d

Yeah you know They're gonna bring it down now They're gonna wreck it down Yeah Something's come to rock me and I can't keep my head I get nervous in the New York city streets Where my legacy treads I know I'm better off standing in the shadows Far from humans with guns But now it's too late There's

Moralito, Moralito, what a guy! todo el mundo wants to know who`s Moralito te fuiste de mananita don`t cry for me si no vuelvo te fuiste de mananita don`t cry for me si no vuelvo everybody love`s your music que tu tierra vio nacer everbody love`s your music que tu tierra vio nacer deja

Ik ben als Drent nog nooit in het buut'nland geweest Maar op een dag trok ik de stoute klompen aan En vlak biej Baarlerveld trok ik over de grens Ben met mien vrouw noar Groningen gegaan Doar woar de wereld aan je voeten ligt Je ogen zeer doen van het neonlicht En dan goan we stappen in Olde Pekela

Maybe I'm outta my head Take me to Brooklyn again I'm in the back of a cab And you're still on my mind Yeah, you're still on my mind Oh my god Never felt so good in my life Oh my Feel like it's the Fourth of July Under the moonlight on the rooftop in the night In the night And now it seems like I

I never really meant to hurt you bad I just sent a computer error I just want to control your whole life I just keep you hooked up to my line Hey little bitch! Don't you know it's supposed to work Hey little bitch! you're my supersonic bitch Now I'm hooked back up I got you on my screen All I ca

se le ragazze di New York mi piacciono di più è perché quel sogno passa sempre il mare in ogni senso vuole andare... vorrei sentir gezzare un trio vivere dentro un film anch'io come il leone della Metro Goldwyn Mayer che dava inizio ai sogni miei... certo meglio là che in culo al mo

I know love’s a worn-out word It seems to come up everywhere you turn The wheels go round 'n round I can feel it but I just can’t make it work I don’t think that love is meant to be this hard We can never be together and it’s tearing me apart Pack a suitcase, find a new place Somewhere I h

O.K, Tokyo, South America, Australia, France, Germany, U.K, Africa Callin' out around the world Are you ready for a brand-new beat Summer's here and the time is right For dancin' in the street Dancin' in Chicago (dancin' in the street) Down in New Orleans (dancin' in the street) In New York City (d

O.K, Tokyo, South America, Australia, France, Germany, U.K, Africa Callin' out around the world Are you ready for a brand-new beat Summer's here and the time is right For dancin' in the street Dancin' in Chicago (dancin' in the street) Down in New Orleans (dancin' in the street) In New York City (d

He who believeth in Ja Shall not be condemned But he that believeth not Is condemned already Only because He has not believed In the man and the only begotten son My Lord (chorus) For he so feared the word He left his only begotten son To shed his blood Show that pain is love But I wo

Q-Tip: Do you know the importance of a skypager? Those who don't believe, see you're laid behind Got our skypagers on all the time Hurry up and get yours cuz I got mine Especially if you do shows, they come in fine If you're with a G and you're sippin wine Eatin caccatore with a twis

Q-Tip: Do you know the importance of a skypager? Those who don't believe, see you're laid behind Got our skypagers on all the time Hurry up and get yours cuz I got mine Especially if you do shows, they come in fine If you're with a G and you're sippin wine Eatin caccatore with a twist of li

Louder - Katy B[Songtekst]
Always, Always Always, Always Always, Always Always, Always Always, Always Running Late I know I should procrastinate I should be all hard rock I play But sometimes hard work has to wait There`s always somewhere new to go And I can never say no (say no, say no) I have been awake for a day now Twen

Momma, momma, momma made me the way I am My face, my eyes, someone turn me up, I'm speaking my mind And I, and I, I've been wasting a lot of time looking in mirrors And hating on me, but now I like what I see I know, I know, I never be perfect I know, I know, but I'm gonna work it Let go, let

Trouble is her only friend and he's back again makes her body older than it realy is she says it's high time she went away no one's got much to say in this town trouble is the only way is down down down As strong as you were, tender you go I'm watching you breathing for the last time a song for you

I'm your top prime cut of meat, I'm your choice, I wanna be elected, I'm your yankee doodle dandy in a gold Rolls Royce, I wanna be elected, Kids want a savior, don't need a fake, I wanna be elected, We're all gonna rock to the rules that I make, I wanna be elected, elected, elected. Good

Du hast Haare aus Gold, Lippen iwe Wein, Augen voll Sonnenschein. Du bist sechzehn, ja - und endlich bist du mein. Ich halt' mein Leben kurz an und du steigst ein, keiner redet mehr rein. Du bist sechzehn, ja - und endlich bist du mein. Sechzehn Jahre, allein zu Haus, heut' ist Schluß, heu

Has our conscience shown? Has the sweet breeze blown? Has all the kindness gone? Hope still lingers on. I drink myself of newfound pity Sitting alone in New York City And I don't know why. Are we listening To hymns of offering? Have we eyes to see That love is gathering? All the words t

I'm 'bout to explode Take off this load Bend it, bust it open Won't ya make it go Yaka-yaka, yaka-yaka Yaka-yaka, yaka-yaka Yaka-yaka, yaka-yaka Yaka-yaka, yaka-yaka (Release your wiggle) Yaka-yaka, yaka-yaka Yaka-yaka, yaka-yaka Yaka-yaka, yaka-yaka Yaka-yaka, yaka-yaka (Release your wiggle) You

Ahhooww Hey We`re collecting money here That`s right, we`re talking to you C`mon now, I need that money Not fooling with you, c`mon girls Just do what I do Get up offa that thing And dance till you feel better Get up offa that thing just try to release the pressure Sing Get up offa that t

Jiggle up your body, jiggle up your sinting! Love me, love me like that! Love me like we never let go. Love me, love me like that! Poco, poco, no muy lento. (Sing:) Take your time an' do it just like We were in Jamaica or New York. Love me, love me like that! Love me, give me some mad love. Watch

Can I talk to you It might take a little while We've been so confused We need to work this out I've been away from you and I know it's been some time It's not fair to you So I need to break it down I could be stuck in L.A. You may get a late call from New York I try to send a kiss to where

She work it girl, she work the pole She break it down, she take it low She fine as hell, she about the dough She doing her thing out on the floor Her money money, she makin' makin' Look at the way she shakin' Make you want to touch it, make you want to taste it Have you lustin' for her, go crazy fac

She work it girl, she work the pole She break it down, she take it low She fine as hell, she about the dough She doing her thing out on the floor Her money money, she makin' makin' Look at the way she shakin' Make you want to touch it, make you want to taste it Have you lustin' for her, go crazy fac

Chez moi les forêts se balancent Et les toits grattent le ciel Les eaux des torrents sont violence Et les neiges sont éternelles Chez moi les loups sont à nos portes Et tous les enfants les comprennent On entend les cris de New York Et les bateaux sur la Seine Va pour tes forêts tes loups tes

Baby, baby, I`ve been so sad since you`ve been gone Way back to New York City Where you do belong Honey, I missed your two-tongue kisses Legs wrapped around me tight If I ever get back to Fun City, girl I`m gonna make you scream all night Honey, honey, call me on the telephone I know you`re

Gonna sell my car and go to Vegas 'Cause somebody told me That's where dreams would be Gonna sell my car and go to Vegas Finally see my name upon the Palace marquis Gonna quit my job and move to New York 'Cause somebody told me that's where Dreamers should go Gonna quit my job and move to New York

Fresh out the mall in our brand new fits Goin' ninety-five in our brand new whips Saying, ladies is pimps too Saying, ladies is pimps too Saying, ladies is pimps too Step through the club yeah, they know we so pay Standin' on the table sipping ace of spades Saying, ladies is pimps too Saying, ladie

New York City, N.Y.C., Pretty mean when it wants to be, Black leather, knee-hole pants, Can't play no high school dance, Fuzz tone, hear 'em go, hear 'em on the radio, Chrous Misfits, twilight zone, R-A-M-O-N-E-S, R-A-M-O-N-E-S RAMONES, Bad boy rock, bad boy roll, Gabba gabba, see them

Look up here, I’m in heaven I’ve got scars that can’t be seen I’ve got drama, can’t be stolen Everybody knows me now Look up here, man, I’m in danger I’ve got nothing left to lose I’m so high it makes my brain whirl Dropped my cell phone down below Ain’t that just like me By the

You from new york, You are so relevant. You reduce me to cosmic tears. Luminous more so than most anyone. Unapologetically alive. Knot in my stomach, And lump in my throat. I love you when you dance, When you freestyle in trance, So pure, such an expression. Supposed former infatuation junkie. I

It was a cold and wet December day When we touched the ground at JFK Snow was melting on the ground On BLS I heard the sound Of an angel New York, like a Christmas tree Tonight this city belongs to me Angel Soul love...this love won`t let me go So long...Angel of Harlem Birdlan

Yeah you in your mother's new shoes bet you like them as much as her blues Don't tell anyone - but I plan to move the first time you look away Tell me the new apron strings taste to you, yes my pretty young things You tell me that hatred is king (It's to the weak and the manor born) Like a