El Rock no es cantar sobre maripositas... Luca Prodan She had my head on a plate With her sweet and sour sauce She was riding in her car I was riding on my horse Neck and neck along the road Well, I have nothing left to hide So, what a heck Firefly cars, women rushing past The road was long and the race was fast Gradually I fell behind, it was the blind leading the blind It was the blind leading the blind Over the hills, over the prairies Down in the pampa, up in the tundra And in Paris in spring. And in old Pekin And in Katmandu. And in Xanadu Im bursting out of the ocean Im bursting out of the ocean Uh, Uh, it was another gas station Uh, Uh, it was another you Uh, Uh, it was another gas station Uh, Uh, it was another you And thats true Babe, thats true and thats true Babe, thats true Gimme this and gimme that Ive got no need for your sudden attack gimme this and gimme that Ive got no need for your bipperty, bipperty, bipperty, bipperty Just my horse and me Just my horse and me It just my horse and me Over the hills, over the prairies up in the tundra, down in the pampa And in Paris in spring. And in old Pekin And in Katmandu. And in Xanadu. And in Timbuktu Im bursting out of the ocean Im bursting out of the ocean Im bursting out of the ocean Im bursting out of the ocean Shoot Out Burst Out
Posted on: Fri, 27 Jun 2014 23:06:26 +0000
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