I'll be there There is no sorrow that both of us can't share That both of us can't share Love, don't you despair Love, don't you despair, oh Love, don
thinkin' of my love Sittin' here thinkin' of my love Wonderin' if she's thinkin' Or maybe if she's drinkin' Sittin' here just thinkin' of my love Never
know where youa??re going You get in the car and you hit the road And though I still love you I want you to know I hope you hit traffic The magic
?t give up (Don?t give out, don?t give up) One of these nights you might find someone to love Someone to love Someone to love Someone to love Beth McKenzie
' love traffic, now pump Pumping love on, come on, come on, now pump Cruisin', cruisin' love traffic Now pump, baby, love traffic Love traffic, love traffic, love traffic, love traffic
't know where you're going You get in the car and you hit the road And though I still love you I want you to know I hope you hit traffic The magic gets
Tłumaczenie: Minogue, Dannii. Traffic Love.
Tłumaczenie: Ruchu. Love.
Tłumaczenie: Traffic Island. Love.
a date with the Late Show's all that you've got Don't give out, don't give up One of these nights you might find someone to love Beth McKenzie got
m gonna die Oh, love, if you need me, just call and I'll be there There is no sorrow that both of us can't share That both of us can't share Love, don
of my love Sittin' here thinkin' of my love Wonderin' if she's thinking, or maybe if she's drinking Sittin' here just thinkin' of my love Never felt
give a fuck about anything, that you're telling me cause right now it's all, irrelevant i'm so high i won't, remember it cause' the penthouse 90 floors up make love
Yellow Lamborghini Yellow top missing Yeah yeah That sh-t look like a toupee I get what you get in 10 years, in two days Ladies love me I'm on
is priceless I gotta be out of my mind not to try this Through strength I found love In time I found myself in happiness with you Through strength I found love
women with me Shit I gotta keep like two or more Party everyday ,like we won the fucking Superbowl Chilling with my nigga Mack, he keep bitches handy White girl on the table love
real and you know it, clap your hands Yeah yo, guns go clack, packs go move Blood gettin' draw, skin gon' bruise 'Cause real gon' win, the fake gon' lose The love
She is completely indifferent to all the commotion And orders some mango tango ice cream by sign language She's approached by some wild-eyed poet drunk with love