Love, my love, O my, O my love When this song is old and gray, will you stay my love, O my love O won't you come on home, we miss you so much, we miss
Oversættelse: Cloud Room. O My Love.
down my heart riles around like a bone lost deep inside See I'd like to fall in love but not that type of guy Ooh wee, you got my clouds on fire We'
within the hour o i see the power never new the street could room so many flowers yes a water the roots as i lace up my boots strap on my parachute and
the rat cave to a room with a view My brother's B.G., and my band is Josh U And the stank whole rhythmic funk, plus my nuc' You can comprehend the verbal
Ribbon of darkness over me since my true love walked out the door Tears I never had before, ribbon of darkness over me Clouds're gathering o'er my head
planets, homie Mine is called Kansas City A cloud in my pocket gotta rain on 'em, Such a star I saw Heaven's walls and wrote my name on 'em So comfortable
gates, ain't no room to make mistakes Try to make my tapes, but I feel the hoe hate Tuck my dick inside in the o-8 Must of been the way the clip mate
nothin' like that And all the remnants of her recent past Are scattered in the wild wind She walks across the marble floor Where a voice from the gambling room
My father sits at night with no lights on His cigarette glows in the dark. The living room is still; I walk by, no remark. I tiptoe past the master bedroom
affections Beyond infinite affections Yo, go beyond infinite affections Beyond infinite affections, yeah Do you love me, no Could you love me? No Would you try to love
Ribbon of darkness over me since my true love walked out the door Tears I never had before ribbon of darkness over me Clouds are gathering o'er my head
finest, I represented on Venus Girl gotta be pregnant so now she got my fears Good God Jesus Let me lace up my Adidas My crew spread like AIDS you just
bed an? one in the chair One massage my toes while one braid my hair In the Prada spotlight two o? these player In the car lot like two o? these player
the back, have em clutchin they ?toes? Once smoked my lungs out, but now I fuck with my nose Perform shows, bad bitches crunchin my clothes Yo I'm 'Gruff
Carly Simon (Carly Simon/Jacob Brackman) My father sits at night with no lights on His cigarette glows in the dark. The living room is still; I walk
my cup run it over Temptation on my shoulder I'm growing colder than a polar bear Thinking about a bank hold up I fall upon my lap and rest my head,
