• А
  • Б
  • В
  • Г
  • Д
  • Е
  • Ж
  • З
  • И
  • К
  • Л
  • М
  • Н
  • О
  • П
  • Р
  • С
  • Т
  • У
  • Ф
  • Х
  • Ц
  • Ч
  • Ш
  • Э
  • Ю
  • Я
  • A
  • B
  • C
  • D
  • E
  • F
  • G
  • H
  • I
  • J
  • K
  • L
  • M
  • N
  • O
  • P
  • Q
  • R
  • S
  • T
  • U
  • V
  • W
  • X
  • Y
  • Z
  • #
  • Текст песни Moxy Fruvous - Hate Letter

    Просмотров: 2
    0 чел. считают текст песни верным
    0 чел. считают текст песни неверным
    На этой странице находится текст песни Moxy Fruvous - Hate Letter, а также перевод песни и видео или клип.
    Bu-dup-bup-um-bwhy-yaye-yaye.....
    Woah...
    Woah...

    No...
    There was a perfume on the breeze,
    The moon, the trees...
    In a great northern open...

    When our love was goin' on, and on
    We made a home for two worlds, two strings
    Weee-ahhh-oooh
    Now I'm pacing, always
    Bumping into all the same things

    Sometimes you gotta wonder what is going on
    I won't miss you
    When it's finally final
    Our love is final

    You come home and your stuff's out on the lawn
    I don't think that I will miss you
    I don't think that I will miss you

    I probably won't keep in touch
    'Cause I don't love you that much
    That much...

    Totally rockin', totally loose
    Totally decent, totally spruce (?screwsed?)
    Goin' to Murray's, goin' to Mike's
    Goin' to Jian's, ridin' on bikes

    Totally wicked, totally cool
    Mister Paul Murray totally rules
    Totally Sony, totally great
    Once in a while, to hold your head high

    ???, he's on the bass totally jammin', totally lax
    Totally headcheck, total max tax, total Joe Lewey?, totally Styx
    City had a hot rock band totally Lola, total ?that chips?, totally rockin,
    Totally loose

    If I love you half as much
    Big fat lie to the pan-man

    Totally decent, totally ?spruce?
    Totally decent, totally ?spruce?
    Totally decent, totally ?spruce?

    There was a perfume on the breeze
    The moon, the trees
    Now there's shit in the trumpet
    For all the bloodletting, we've still got the same disease
    I still got the same disease

    Satan in satin slippers
    Christ on a crooked crutch
    'Cause I don't love you that much
    I don't love you that much,

    Don't love you that much
    I don't...
    No I don't love you that much
    No I don't love you that much
    Yeah, I don't love you that much...

    (bird sounds and drums fade out)
    Yeah... look at the clouds...
    I love this one
    Look at the earthquakes

    Wow... it's... an oldie! Yeah... yeah...
    Look at the moon that the light of the sun makes.
    You could use either a banjo or dobro
    Look at the leaves la, loo, loo, la, sumina, la, la, la...

    Loose and free doo bop loose and...
    Look at these tiny things botherin' me.

    Смотрите также:

    Все тексты Moxy Fruvous >>>

    none

    Опрос: Верный ли текст песни?
    Да Нет