Deryl Dodd - 30-30
(Deryl Dodd/Bryan Kennedy/Boddy E. Boyd)
(Track 6 - Time 3:28)
Well I can't forget the day we met how I could clearly see
With picture perfect vision, she was the only one for me
My pe
(Deryl Dodd/Bryan Kennedy/Boddy E. Boyd)
(Track 6 - Time 3:28)
Well I can't forget the day we met how I could clearly see
With picture perfect vision, she was the only one for me
My pe
Machine Gun Fellatio - 45
[Approximately]
Alright sir, here we go, what are we going to give [???]
On twenty-five gonna give me thirty dollars thirty make it thirty bid on thirty-five and now forty make it forty now forty-five make it forty five
Five, five, five, make it forty-five
Five, five, five, make it forty-five
On twenty-five gonna give me thirty dollars thirty make it thirty bid on thirty-five and now forty make it forty now forty-five make it forty five
Five, five, five, make it forty-five
Five, five, five, make it forty-five
Five, five, five, make it forty-five
Alright sir, here we go, what are we going to give [???]
On twenty-five gonna give me thirty dollars thirty make it thirty bid on thirty-five and now forty make it forty now forty-five make it forty five
Five, five, five, make it forty-five
Five, five, five, make it forty-five
Alright sir, here we go, what are we going to give [???]
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Reinhard Mey - 3 Oktober 91
Wind Nord-Ost, Startbahn null-drei, bis hier hör ich die Motoren.
Wie ein Pfeil zieht sie vorbei, und es dröhnt in meinen Ohren.
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Wind Nord-Ost, Startbahn null-drei, bis hier hör ich die Motoren.
Wie ein Pfeil zieht sie vorbei, und es dröhnt in meinen Ohren.
Und der nasse Asphalt bebt, wie ein Schleier staubt der Regen,