Johnny Ruffo Untouchable歌词

Woaahoh She's the kind of girl who's wrong but so right Don't wanna bring her home to mumma, mu-mumma She's got me doing things I can't describe I better watch out for her father, fa-father Uh Oh She's done it again She's like a ten out of ten I love

[ti:On Top] [ar:The Killers] [al:Hot Fuss] [00:00.00]The Killers [00:05.00]All these Things I've Done [00:10.00] [00:15.00]----by Cyrixel [00:20.00] [00:31.10]Remember Rio and get down [00:34.55]Like some another DJ, it's another town [00:38.58]She's

Can't close my eyes When she's around My heart stops and goes again I'm lost and then I'm found It's getting so hot in here I gotta let you know Because you make me crazy If I only let you die now She's so untouchable She makes me uncontrollable If o

있을 때 잘할 걸 이제는 no way 널 붙잡지 않은 날 모두가 욕해도 아무렇지 않은 척 했던 내가 너 없이는 아무것도 하지 못해 그저 한 순간 느낀 상실감이 아닌 이별 후에 알게 된 너의 사랑같은 하늘 아래 있다는 것에 난 만족하지 못해 다시 널 찾아 헤매 바람처럼 왔다간 너의 사랑땜에 내 몸은 이제 버티질 못해 어디서부터 잘못된 걸까 우리 사이 어디서 뭘할까 너는 나 없는 사이 지독한 운명은 또 발목을 잡고 괴롭혀 난 말로는 아무렇지 않은

I hurt myself today, to see if i still feel. I focus on the pain, the only thing that's real. The needle tears a hole, the old familiar sting, try to kill it all away, but i remember everything. What have i become? my sweetest friend. Everyone i know

Long distance information, give me Memphis, Tennessee Help me find a party that tried to get in touch with me She could not leave a number, but I know who placed the call 'Cause my uncle took a message, and he wrote it on the wall Help me, informatio

As I was motivatin' over the hill I saw Mabellene in a Coup de Ville A Cadillac a-rollin' on the open road Nothin' will outrun my V8 Ford The Cadillac doin' about 95 She's bumper to bumper, rollin' side by side Maybellene, why can't you be true Oh, M

Johnny Mathis Misty Look at me, I'm as helpless as a kitten up a tree And I feel like I'm clinging to a cloud I can't understand, I get misty just holding your hand. Walk my way, And a thousand violins begin to play Or it might be the sound of your h

Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans, Way back up in the woods among the evergreens, There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood, Where lived a country boy name of Johnny B. Goode, Who never ever learned to read or write so well, But he cou