was at Coachella leanin' on your shoulderWatchin' your husband

del club dei centri cittàGirovaga qui intorno nella notteNon

you can def be my baby blueBe my mafiosi

back baby, come back to meI'll be in my

got a face like the Madonna, cryin' tears of

me up them stairsWith my white socks onAnd my

hope you remember me like thisDancing in the stars

it's late, walk me home, put your hand in

calledShe was screaming as was born into a

paint my nails blackI dye my hair a darker

jeans, white shirtWalked into the room, you know you

Feet don't fail me nowTake me to the finish lineAll my

Why? Who, me? Why?Feet don’t fail me now. Take me to

would Nietzsche say to the proposition that all wills

took my sadness out of contextAt the Mariners Apartment

camera, acciónIf he likes me, takes me homeLights, camera,

Jack two, three, 1: Jack of my

zu „Summertime“ ft. Lana Del Lana Del me

Packin' all my things for the summerLyin' on my bed, it's

(oh, uh)You can be the bossYou can be the bossYou can