But the joke's on you, you never read the song mga cnabi noong ikaw ay buhay pa. Crying the hours in to ears the dying buds of May
But I'm just a passer by
old ass sing no more. (Yo yo yo yo yo yo)
Nous, On +êtait pas comme les autres,
un frutto o un fiore raro
You will die for me tomorrow
Of former lives and lovers never seen
Of someone he just canT+t forget
And that takes some understanding
My aim is true, that's why
A bitter taste, has taken the place
you don't scratch my nice green Merc
But ma now I wanna see how both of y'all look in thongs