The Suburbs Mr. Little Jeans

In the suburbs I I learned to drive And you told me wed never survive Grab your mothers keys were leavin You always seemed so sure That one day wed be fighting A suburban war Your part of town against

Time (Album Version) Mr. Hudson

wake up A little bit older?

Time Mr Hudson

up A little bit older?

Goggles On The Suburbs

it's so bright (so bright) I see in color Not black and white I see in color Not black and white I got my goggles on And it's so bright I got my goggles on And it's so bright (so bright) I took these little

Waking Up Mr. Little Jeans

I know I made the same mistakes For you don't want caught up the stakes Gotta lock the good outside my window We run out of ground at the big big black It's all looking bold with caffeine, yes it's okay

Oh Sailor (Strange Talk Remix) (Feat. The Silverlake Conservatory Of Music Youth Corale) Mr. Little Jeans

Cold nights Strange dreams Memories stuck like glue Her face Her voice Sail across the seas with you Can you hear Can you hear all the angels Can you hear all the angels When you feel like youre out there

Waterfalls Mr. Little Jeans

Don't Go Jumping Waterfalls Please Keep To The Lake People Who Jump Waterfalls Sometimes Can Make Mistakes And I Need Love Yeah I Need Love Like A Second Needs An Hour Like A Raindrop Needs A Shower

Rescue Song Mr. Little Jeans

Rescue Song - Mr.

Single Ladies Mr. Little Jeans

Now put your hands up Up in the club, we just broke up I'm doing my own little thing Decided to dip and now you wanna trip Cause another brother noticed me I'm up on him, he up on me Don't

Runaway Mr. Little Jeans

Black light, old heart is breaking slowly feet pacing the floor,My hands are readyYou say you do, you got me with a fever wanting more,To light from heavy,When you're hand's tied, by the waist side, gonna

The Suburbs Arcade Fire

In the suburbs I I learned to drive And you told me we`d never survive Grab your mother`s keys we`re leavin` You always seemed so sure That one day we`d fight in In a suburban world your part of

L. A. Woman The Doors

Woman Well, I just got into town about an hour ago Took a look around, see which way the wind blow Where the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows Are you a lucky little lady in The City of

L.A. Woman (Remaster) The Doors

Well, I just got into town about an hour ago Took a look around, see which way the wind blow Where the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows Are you a lucky little lady in The City of Light Or

L.A. Woman (Alternate Ver.) The Doors

Well, I just got into town about an hour ago Took a look around, see which way the wind blow Where the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows Are you a lucky little lady in The City of Light

L.A. Woman The Doors

Well, I just got into town about an hour ago Took a look around, see which way the wind blow Where the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows Are you a lucky little lady in The City of Light Or

L.A. Woman ( LP Version ) The Doors

Well, I just got into town about an hour ago Took a look around, see which way the wind blow Where the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows Are you a lucky little lady in The City of Light Or

LA Woman Doors

Well, I just got into town about an hour ago Took a look around, see which way the wind blow Where the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows Are you a lucky little lady in The City of Light

L.A. WOMAN Billy Idol

WOMAN words and music by: John Densmore/Robert Krieger/ Raymond Mazarek/Jim Morrison Well, I just got into town about an hour ago Took a look around, see which way the wind blow Where the little

L.A. Woman Doors

Well, I just got into town about an hour ago Took a look around, see which way the wind blow Where the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows Are you a lucky little lady in The City of Light Or

L A Woman Billy Idol

Well, I just got into town about an hour ago Took a look around, see which way the wind blow Where the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows Are you a lucky little lady in The City of Light Or just

Cutoff Jeans Little Texas

I'm gettin' over the smell of her perfume The sound of her bare feet walkin' 'round the room I'm gettin' over the taste of her lipstick Her fingers all up in my hair and other little tricks Chorus: I'm

Little Guy From The Suburbs FFS

A Little Guy From The Suburbs I'm just a little guy from the suburbs Who learned to kill before the others Romantic activist I'm a joker I say Vive Le Quebec Libre Well if you hear this No, when you hear

LEVII'S JEANS Beyonce

You call me pretty little thing And I love to turn 'em on Boy, I'll let you be my Levi's jeans So you can hug that ass all day long Call me your sexy little thing Snap a picture, bring it on Oh, you wish

Time Machine COIN

Running from the suburbs Skipping heartbeats Living by our own front teeth Put my faith into a number And push the odds aside We swore we'd make it out alive But you lied An old dream still haunts me A

My Jeans Jonathan Richman

My hips they had no room to play in, and my little bum felt all trapped inside. There's Levis all around, If there was Wranglers I would know.

Tight Jeans Jaheim

You been looking real good lately makin me feen I know were friends but listen up you cant be coming around me in tight jeans makin me weak I think you really trust me too much You and me been cool since

Dem Jeans Chingy

[JD] How the hell did you get all of that in dem jeans How da how da hell did you get all of that in dem jeans Cuz your waist so little and your ass it like wo Cuz your waist so little and your ass

Rockin' The Suburbs Ben Folds

band complains I'm rockin' the suburbs Just like Michael Jackson did I'm rockin' the suburbs Except that he was talented I'm rockin' the suburbs I take the cheques and face the facts That some

Leaving the Suburbs Nena

Leaving the Suburbs Driving down the sreet in a limousine; we got to do a show tonight The rain draws crazy circles on the screen and I'm watching neon lights.

In The Suburbs Harvard

take my hand and off we stride we crash down in the rainy night we wear gold on the outside on the outside gold is how i feel on the inside just like "ballet du reve" just like "graduation day" just

The Suburbs (Continued) Arcade Fire

If I could have it back All the time that we wasted I'd only waste it again If I could have it back You know I'd love to waste it again Waste it again and again and again I've got to ask Sometimes

Modus Operandi (feat. Frankie Cosmos) Juan Wauters

The streets are empty out here Everywhere I go I hear It's the end of the season for the NYC See, it might be just my opinion But it's happened time and time again That when it gets rough out here People

Jeans 모노크롬

In the blue jeans we wear, a tale untold, Moments and memories, forever to hold. Like a gentle breeze, fleeting and light, Capturing the essence of us, shining bright.

Love Is The Law The Suburbs

Well I was walking through the middle of town And I said to myself, "What's going on?"

Rattle My Bones The Suburbs

Foot bone connects to the ankle bone Ankle bone connects to the shin bone Shin bone connects to the knee bone Now hear the word of the lord!

Waiting The Suburbs

Went out this morning Chased the sun around the world Everywhere I look Cement and glass and lights Waiting, waiting (I know you're in there somewhere) Waiting, waiting (I'm coming in to get you) Your

Black Leather Stick The Suburbs

I've got the stick shift You've got the nerve I've got the stick shift Here comes the curves Black leather seats Black leather pants Black leather stick Black leather dash Buff my finish I'll buff yours

Cig Machine The Suburbs

Standing by the cig machine trying to pick up girls have my plastic cigarette I can't smoke.

Mr. Brownstone guns n' roses

I get up around seven Get outta bed around nine And I don't worry about nothin' no Cause worryin's a waste of my...time The show usually starts around seven We go on stage around nine Get on

Mr. Brownstone Guns N` Roses

I get up around seven Get outta bed around mine And I don't worry about nothin' no Cause worryin's waste of my...time The show usually starts around seven We go on stage around nine Get on the

Spring Came The Suburbs

When I go walking outside The streets are covered with rain I just want to go back inside Send all the peoples away Oh... Oh...

Music For Boys The Suburbs

Run through the lush green meadows In your shorts Brother John will be your guide In a summer of indescribable earthly delight!

Girlfriend The Suburbs

Well my girlfriend's got the nicest hips Well they really make me flip When she comes home You're my sports car And you're really cool When we drive around All the kids at school Say you're so bad You're

Life Is Like The Suburbs

Once upon a time There was a boy and girl Lived in a garden In an empty world Took a bite, and had a fight Boys and girls That's what life is like There was a dream Buried in a cloud Where is the love?

Dd 69 The Suburbs

I'm a daredevil I like to six nine I like the girls' lips I like to watch them lick I'm in love I'm in love I'm in love I'm in love I got a Harley Hugo's got a tiny Beejtar's got a baby Teen beat's got

Idiot Voodoo The Suburbs

Shake that bat Shake that goon Shake that turkey All around the room I'm not going to melt In this stupid room Pull me on Your doggie string I'm a snap I'm a snap I'm a snap I'm an ash I'm a bird (Yeah

Every Night's A Friday Night In Hell The Suburbs

Well, I went down to the bar (what were you doing down there?) I was making out (Man did you go down too far?) Hey, bartender!

Cows The Suburbs

Uh uh uh Well, I like cows I like to watch them eat I like cows They don't move when they eat And I'm a lone cowhand From Rio Grande I like cows They've got skinny feet Unlike their friends, the shaved

Wax Doll Robyn Hitchcock & The Egyptians

Son, there are mirrors here, watch your performing little whales Or snip your harness off and take another walk around the bay The way the English say "We only mustn't grumble in the end" A needle in your

Clap Hands Tom Waits

the coal Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands Said steam, steam, a hundred bad dreams Going up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans A fifty-dollar bill inside a palladin's hat And nobody's