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Joe Ellen

Traducció: Joe i Ellen. Què serà de nosaltres.

Traducció: Joe i Ellen. Raiven Walking On The Roof.

Pretty women out walking with gorillas down my street From my window I'm staring while my coffee goes cold Look over there (Where?) There, there's a

I remember when we were so inseparable Our love was so unusual So young and innocent, I don't know where it went But it's gone, gone, gone, long gone

She hates goin' anywhere in my old truck She says it's always muddy and it rides so rough And there ain't no graceful way to climb up in a dress Yeah,

I'm the luckiest man in this whole world 'Cause I got the love of a sweet little girl Yeah, I'm as amazed as I can be I swear, I don't see what she sees

She cooks with lard, loves hot food bars A quart of sweet tea, and fried pork skins Can't get enough, eat still she's stuffed Goes to the bathroom, then

She came in through the bathroom window Protected by a silver spoon But now she sucks her thumb and wanders By the banks of her own lagoon Didn't anybody

My Baby Thinks She's French My Baby Thinks She's French She plays a spanish guitar At the coffee bar She's takin' self-defence My Baby Thinks She's French