Waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting I'm waiting for your love I'm waiting for your love, don't want to lose that feeling I'm waiting
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Na, na, na, na I don't dare to let it show Therefore you will never know What I really feel inside And how I lay awake at night Will I ever fall in
You don't have be the lonely one You don't have be the lonely one You don't have be the lonely one You don't have be the lonely one Come on, come on
Why is it so hard to believe That we're living in a world of dreams We don't deny what our love means now So I know, truth is just an illusion There'
Devine, fantasy, like a dream, never ends. Fairytales are in my head And in my head they start To tell you bout the deepest thoughts That lives in side
(Ja Rule) Where would I be without my baby The thought alone might break me And I don't wanna go crazy But every thug needs a lady (Ja Rule) Girl it
[Verse One] I'm the most critically acclaimed, rap bitch in the game Coast to coast, stash the gat in holster girl Dark skinned, Christian Dior poster
Boy walk in the spot he so fresh n?, uh huh He got what he needs to impressin' Just look at the way that he dressin' Ain't no question, chicks like 'what
I love my bitch (I love you, nigga) I love my bitch (I love you, nigga) I love my bitch (I love you, nigga) I love my bitch (I love you, nigga) I love
*** JBO - Schlaf Kindlein, schlaf *** Geh' ins Bett, kleiner Depp, Mach schon, komm, sei nett, Denn es ist schon so spaet! Mach's Licht aus, komm, sei
intro: fabolous) hey-hey-hey-yo (3x) F-A-B Hey-hey-hey-yo (2x) F-A-B Hey-hey-hey-yo (2x) (verse: fabolous) Aint no tellin what this hpno'll do to me
Your pedestal is falling down Falling down, falling down Your pedestal is falling down Da, da, da, da, da, da Record sales are on the mark 'Cause that
listeners would like to know why you use so much profanity in your songs? [Pooh-Man] Rated X, I wouldn't give a fuck about it Explicit lyrics, bitch
Iron-clad feather feet pounding the dust On October's day, towards evening Sweat embossed veins standing proud to the plough Salt on a deep chest, seasoning
The minstrel in the gallery Looked down upon the smiling faces He met the gazes, observed the spaces Between the old men's cackle He brewed a song of
The old rocker wore his hair too long Wore his trouser cuffs too tight Unfashionable to the end drank his ale too light Death's head belts buckle, yesterday
I'm bringin' sexy back Them other boys don't know how to act I think it's special what's behind your back So turn around and I'll pick up the slack (Take