Oversættelse: Verlaine, Tom. Ring til Mr. Lee.
Oversættelse: 54 soundtrack. Mr. Lee - Den Bobbettes.
I'll never let you go Mr. Lee, Mr. Lee Oh, Mr. Lee Mr. Lee, Mr. Lee Oh, Mr. Lee Mr. Lee, Mr. Lee Oh, Mr. Lee Mr. Lee Here comes Mr. Lee He's coming
Why this feeling? Why this glow? Why the thrill when you say hello? It's a strange and tender magic you do Mister Wonderful, that's you. Why this trembling
And I'll never let you go Mr. Lee, Mr. Lee Oh, Mr. Lee Mr. Lee, Mr. Lee Oh, Mr. Lee Mr. Lee, Mr. Lee Oh, Mr. Lee Mr. Lee Here comes Mr. Lee He's coming
I went down for research sick of falling behind drag you out for answers don't leave until i'm fine empty streets of boredom leaves me on my own changes
[Intro] Yo yo yo yo Yo yo yo yo (Ring my bell, ring my bell) Yo yo yo yo Yo yo yo yo (Ring my bell, ring my bell) [Verse 1] I'm just a telephone call
Mr. John Lee I knew about your family But you came when I was lonesome In the fairest of the spring And I did not care for your wedding ring But I did
Cara mia cara mia c'e qualcosa che non va tutti i giorni porti a spasso quel regalo di papa e il tuo cane pechinese che tu adori piu di me lo porti sempre
(feat. R. Kelly) [R. Kelly] Hey Love may I have a word with you I'd like to tell you yeah just what I've been going through [Mr. Lee] I was kicked
me mr. hit daT hoe watch me go in hit dat hoe Call me mr. hit daT hoe Call me mr. hit daT hoe Call me mr. hit daT hoe Call me mr. hit daT hoe When
players, players) Thats right, to Luke Skyywalker and my man, Marquis and Mr. Mixx Keep it bumpin' down there in miami 'Cuz y'all are players, to the EPMD true players To my man, Moe Dee, easy Lee
gettin' chased on from high school I love to squabble, nigga that's what I do I'm always on detention, I ain't give a fuck Mr. Lee can suck a dick and
it and this people's spreadin' it around You either have it or you've had it Hello everybody, my name is Rose, what's yours? How do you like them egg rolls, Mr
LIL TWIST VERSE 1 its the microphone killa microphone wrecka call me mr. twist himself the young chubby checker like young money young'n when no playn
marches but I remember these drums To start reality of wars and battles we fought for ours Caught in ghetto tragedy I talk to my aunt named Mattie Lee