Come An' Get It
Whitesnake lyrics
Whitesnake lyrics
"000 Gold Chain Lyrics"
Deliverance Lyrics
At least you know how to be impressed by yourself? you're everything but it's all right So show me the way? I count all the days? this lie will sting your eyes Nonsen
At least you know how to be impressed by yourself? you're everything but it's all right So show me the way? I count all the days? this lie will sting your eyes Nonsen
$ Gold Chain---Oh! Sweet Nuthin'
Written by Lou Reed
Say a word for Jimmy Brown
He ain't got nothing at all
He knocked the shirt right of his back
He ain't got nothing at all
And say a word for Ginger Brown
Walks with his head down to the ground
Took the shoes right off his feet
And threw the poor boy right out in the
Die Spur Im Schnee Lyrics
Jetzt wein' doch nicht! Ich weiss nicht, was ich machen soll mit Dir. Schau, wie Du aussiehst! Die ganze Schminke rinnt Dir schon ueber's Gesicht! Was, a Papiertaschentuch, n
street Jetzt wein' doch nicht! Ich weiss nicht, was ich machen soll mit Dir. Schau, wie Du aussiehst! Die ganze Schminke rinnt Dir schon ueber's Gesicht! Was, a Papiertaschentuch, n
And this is what he said
Oh, sweet nuthin'
She ain't got nothing at all
Oh, sweet nuthin'
She ain't got nothing at all
And say a word for Perly May
She can't tell night from the day
They threw her out into the street
Just like a cat she landed on her feet
And say a word for Johnie Love
She ain't ot nothing at all
With every day she falls in love
And every night she falls
And when she does she says
Oh, sweet nuthin'
She ain't got nothing at all
Oh, sweet nuthin'
She ain't got nothing at all
Oh, say a word, say a word for Jimmy Brown
He ain't got nothing, nothing at all, not a thing
Not the shirt, the shi
Leavin' Lyrics
Come on hurry Ain't no time for worrying Gotta go Move on Just leave the lights on Grab some clothes, Set those sights on That four-lane roa
rt on his back Come on hurry Ain't no time for worrying Gotta go Move on Just leave the lights on Grab some clothes, Set those sights on That four-lane roa
He ain't got nothing at all
And say a word for Ginger
Walked with his head down to the ground
Took the shoes, took the shoes from his feet
And threw the poor boy out into the street
And this is what he said
Oh, sweet nuthin'
He ain't got nothing at all
Oh, sweet nuthin'
She ain't got nothing at all