(y) (y) (y) Säg mig vad är fel Säg mig vad är rätt Gör jag dig illa Gör jag dig glad Dont tell me the story of your life Ive heard too much already You said youve got problems with your wife Id say the problems you Cause you never grew up And youre runnin away But youre gonna get caught someday Tell me about it Oh, thats tough Tell me about it Oh, thats tough So dont tell me the story of your life Id rather watch the movie Your Hollywood smile is not enough Youre giving me the blues So when are you going to understand Im not the woman to make you a man So if youve got a wife you dont talk to enough Tell me about it Oh, thats tough Tell me about it Oh, thats tough Säg mig vad är fel Säg mig vad är rätt Gör jag dig illa Gör jag dig glad I dont want to hear about the time you crashed your new Ferrari Dont try to impress me with your lines Ive no respect for you Cause youve tried to make out That youre somebody else But youll never escape yourself So when are you going to understand I dont intend to be part of your plans Youve got an obsession, you like to collide Tell me about it Oh, thats tough Tell me about it Oh, thats tough Oh, dont tell me Dont tell me, dont tell me Thats tough I dont want to hear you tell me Thats tough Dont tell me, dont tell me, dont tell me, dont tell me Thats tough So I dont wanna hear you to tell me Thats tough Dont tell me, dont tell me, dont tell me Thats tough Thats tough So I dont wanna hear you to tell me Thats tough Dont tell me, dont tell me, dont tell me Thats tough Oh, thats tough Tell me about it Oh, thats tough So I dont want you to tell me Thats tough Dont tell me, dont tell me, dont tell me Thats tough Thats tough andante.wrzuta.pl/audio/5htlYZ9WMId/frida_that_39_s_tough
Posted on: Fri, 05 Sep 2014 19:32:11 +0000
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