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Randy Newman Little Criminals

What you wanna come back here for? Thought you're with your uptown friends Don't need none of your junkie business You gonna screw us up again Get your

Traducció: Randy Newman. Little Criminals.

I'm thinking of the sea A little girl has lost her way With hair of gold and eyes of gray Reflected in his glasses As he watches her A little girl has

There is a courtyard here in Chicago Down by the river where no one goes We could be married there in the courtyard By this old Spanish priest that no

He's waitin' for some rain to fall He's waitin' for some mail to come He's waitin' for the dawn again Old Man On The Farm Milk the cow - slop the pigs

you rule the Western Sea Americans dream of gypsies, I have found Gypsy knives and gypsy thighs That pound and pound and pound and pound And African appendages that almost reach the ground And little

Here I am lost in the wind 'Round in circles sailing Like a ship that never comes in Standing by myself Sing a sad song for a good man Sing a sad song

I'll be home I'll be home When your nights are troubled And you're all alone When you're feeling down And need some sympathy There's no one else around