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Floral Flower Poems
Loving her was like shaking hands with the devil Lady gangsters, vixens and spies Feeling pretty, staying young He is my rosy, rosy, rosy boy
Satan's school for girls White short dress and false eyelashes Bubblegum ice cream and Coney Island Oh say that, honey!
I'm Bad Like The First Time
We are drinking over the sea, under the sky Oh, no magic while I'm gone It is what it is It was what it was
Are you married? No, I'm not, sweet girl Let's move into this neighbourhood! And I would be the happiest girl on earth!
You were my gangster And i was your little princess We always listened to oldies on the radio Those lonely nights, nothing to choose
Misty Me, Misty You
I looked happy Happy with a secret I can't remember you I can't remember them
Melancholy is sitting in front of me My man is hiding from me, hell yeah I don't want to live that way anymore 'Cause yesterday I was a different person
She was just a girl All that time she was dead Now she lives only for the money Only for her lover Ag
American Atlantic Blue Yacht
Palm trees, laying in the ocean Honey, save me, save the mermaids Pin-up girls are laughing from heaven Golden water horses are spinning 'round us
Havana girls, cherry hearts Bad girls from Mars Miss july, mad money Say hey-yeah, hey-yeah
Strangers in the night Cold mid July Pop, lock and drop out of high school This is what i really want
Gimme money, im angry honey And don't say to my dad. Gimme more money It's so dark and cold outside I don't even care
Home is where the radio is Paradise is where I am I miss his cigarettes...His mess He said 'I am smoking the last one'
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(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
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(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821)
Loving her was like shaking hands with the devil
Lady gangsters, vixens and spies
Feeling pretty, staying young
He is my rosy, rosy, rosy boy
Trying to make my eyes look like a deep ocean
Atlantic blue eyeliner and party dress
He is my hero, hero, a mad hero
You will not miss me
Oh you, she kills him every day
Being good is not hers style
She is grumpy
Cause money can't buy happiness is like the biggest lie ever and forever
Slow dancing in a burning room
Are you thinking about me?
Oh yes, everyday!
But you know, I'm bad
I'm falling ...