I feel So no matter what I say, And no matter what I do And no matter who I love, I'm always loving you Always, can't help myself, always, always, baby
tragedy. censure has kept me clothed. apologize to me politely. my only wish is that revenge could blast me clean. sometimes it's easy to imagine
Prevod: Maria. Vedno.
Prevod: Rainer Maria. Vedno pogosteje.
Let me say that since that Since we've been together Uh, loving you forever Is all I need Let me be the one you come running to I'll never be untrue
's the one for me. How could she have the hold on me 'cause of things done in my past Why can't she have faith and see, That my love will always last
are lucky son Lucky son of a gun You've went away, you've went away You've went away but now you're babck I got down on our knees And then I begged you please I always
I want her to feel it in her chest I want her to feel it in her soul I want her to lose control Mary, talk to 'em [Mary] I Yeah I You takin'
s work {Let's work, people} Oh, let's work {Mary J. Blige} Oh, let's work {I see you came through} {The Queen of Hip-Hop and Soul} {They call me, Diddy} {Bad Boy, baby} {Mary
Too Short called, told me ?I fell in love with her? seen by actors, ball players and drug dealers and some lesbians that never loved n-ggas twisted love story True Romance Mary
Intro: uh huh its another (one) i-am-the (one) darkchild mary (one) Verse One: them other girls that you done been with none of them
[Hook - Mary J. Blige] Runaway love(love,love) Runaway love(love,love) Runaway love(love,love) Runaway love(love,love) Runaway love Runaway love Runaway
We're waiting for the sunrise Marie Marie. We're standing in the moon's eyes Marie Marie. And when I tell you that I'll always be around I'll be around
on Mars Mary was a different girl Had a thing for astronauts Mary was the type of girl She always liked to play a lot Mary was a holy girl [Incomprehensible] Mary
nut is all over your body You know what's up [Busta Rhymes] B.R. and B.I. get cream People always sayin' what the hell does that mean? Bitches always
Born in Red Hook, Brooklyn, in the year of who knows when Opened up his eyes to the tune of an accordion Always on the outside of whatever side there
king turn my voice up Aiyyo, the brother's stillmatic I crawled up out of that grave, wipin' the dirt, cleanin' my shirt They thought I'd make another illmatic But it's always
Yo, what up, this Wyclef with Mary J I serenade the girls with my acoustic guitar You know what I'm sayin'? Yo, fellas havin' problems with the chicks
