Tekst :

St. Louis woman, she s never pleased,
She says there s one good man who ll soon be deceived,
If she can t hear from him each night at least
Six or seven times.

She says the other songs don t mean a thing,
There s only one that makes her heart go bing,
That s why she craves that little tune I sing
Six or seven times.

Tekst :

What can I do
Now that you say we re through?
I m left with the blues in my heart.

How can I smile
When love don t seem worthwhile?
I m left with the blues in my heart.

How can I live?
What is there life can give
As long as we re apart?

How can I go on
Knowing that you are gone?
I m left with the blues in my heart.

Tekst :

Happy feet! I ve got those hap-hap-happy feet!
Give them a low-down beat
And they begin dancing!
I ve got those ten little tip-tap-tapping toes,
When they hear a tune
I can t control the dancing, dear,
To save my soul!

Those weary blues can t get into my shoes,
Because my shoes refuse
To ever grow weary.
I keep cheerful on an earful
Of music sweet;
Just got those hap-hap-happy feet!

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Another version
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Happy feet!
I ve got those happy feet!
Give them a lowdown beat
And they begin dancing!
I ve got those
Ten little tapping toes,
And when I hear a tune
I can t control my dancing heels,
To save my soul!
Weary blues
Can t get into my shoes,
Because my shoes refuse
To ever grow weary!
I keep cheerful on an earful
Of music sweet;
Cause I got those happy la-de-da-da!

*vomiting*
there i go, thinkin of u again
you dont know how sick you make me
you make me fuckin sick to my stomach
everytime i think of you i puke
you must just not know-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-hoooo
you may not think you u do but...

Ya Ready

Higher on love
I listen to your heart
I listen to your beat of so divine
Tell me how more avious can it be
Love deep inside
Now can t You see
YEAH !
I never thought it could be
But now Im hearing the sound
I...

There s a cabin in the southland
Where I long to go,
Little cabin in the cotton,
Where the cotton grows.

There s a cabin in the cotton,
Far away but not forgotten,
And in every recollection,
That s where my affection strays.

I got a feeling so sentimental
And...

[Verse 1]
These ideas are nightmares to white parents
Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings
Like whatever they say has no bearing, it s so scary in a house that allows
no swearing
To see him walking around with his headphones blaring
Alone...

Che ora è, scusa ma che ora è
che non lo posso perdere
l ultimo spettacolo.

Fine del mondo in Mondovisione.
Diretta da S. Pietro per l occasione
La borsa sale, i maroni no
Ferri batte il record di autogoal

Le...