Adam Sandler Lyrics
Adam Sandler Lyrics
"Cool Guy 4 Lyrics"
Lass Mich Gehen Lyrics
K?nntest Du Dich sehen, wie Dein Blick um Hilfe schreit Doch niemand sieht nach Dir, nichts was Dich befreit K?nntest Du besiegen, was Dir unbezwingbar scheint Doch Du verlierst Dich selbst, bleibst gefangen in Dir selbst
-{Sean on the phone with a call-girl.}-
SEAN: What's your name, baby?
GIRL #4: Desiree.
SEAN: Ohh, what a nice name for a nice girl, such as your self.
GIRL #4: What's your name?
-{Sean presses 'play' button on tape player}-
SEAN: My name's sean, I want to get it on.
GIRL #4: Ooh.
SEAN: you know what I'm talking about, honey, I want to drop some serious loving on you, mama.
GIRL #4: Oh sean
SEAN: Yeah baby, I'm strong as a bear, I want to wrap my big arm around you,--
GIRL #4: Oh my.
SEAN: --You want to be spinning around for some more lovin' I got for you?
GIRL #4: That's sounds nice, sean.
SEAN: You know what else sounds nice, the sound of your clothes slidding off and hitting the floor. that's music to my ears.
GIRL #4: I'm already naked, how about you?
K?nntest Du Dich sehen, wie Dein Blick um Hilfe schreit Doch niemand sieht nach Dir, nichts was Dich befreit K?nntest Du besiegen, was Dir unbezwingbar scheint Doch Du verlierst Dich selbst, bleibst gefangen in Dir selbst
-{Sean on the phone with a call-girl.}-
SEAN: What's your name, baby?
GIRL #4: Desiree.
SEAN: Ohh, what a nice name for a nice girl, such as your self.
GIRL #4: What's your name?
-{Sean presses 'play' button on tape player}-
SEAN: My name's sean, I want to get it on.
GIRL #4: Ooh.
SEAN: you know what I'm talking about, honey, I want to drop some serious loving on you, mama.
GIRL #4: Oh sean
For Sentimental Reasons Lyrics
(Watson / Best) (feat. Dave Koz) I love you for sentimental reasons I hope you do believe me I've given you my heart I love you and you alone were meant for me Please give your loving heart to me And say
, you sound so strong, like you really know what you want.(Watson / Best) (feat. Dave Koz) I love you for sentimental reasons I hope you do believe me I've given you my heart I love you and you alone were meant for me Please give your loving heart to me And say
SEAN: Yeah baby, I'm strong as a bear, I want to wrap my big arm around you,--
GIRL #4: Oh my.
SEAN: --You want to be spinning around for some more lovin' I got for you?
GIRL #4: That's sounds nice, sean.
SEAN: You know what else sounds nice, the sound of your clothes slidding off and hitting the floor. that's music to my ears.
GIRL #4: I'm already naked, how about you?
Land Of The Free Lyrics
From the shadows of the stars Comes a man with no face, soul of million scars An evil Count, The End of Days There are many ways to Take full advantage when we cannot see Make us live in a part-time reality
SEAN: Well, I'm half way there, baby, just let me slip out of these silky boxer shorts of mine.
GIRL #4: You must look good you stud, are you hard?
SEAN: Baby, my tally-whacker's all revved up and ready to go.
GIRL #4: ..."Tally-whacker"?
SEAN: No, no, no... I said the sweet-meat.
GIRL #4: Oh my god.
SEAN: What?
GIRL #4: -{To other call girl}- I just heard some fucking idiot call it a tally-whacker.
-{Sean groans}-
CALL GIRL #2: -{To Girl #4}- your kidding?
GIRL #4: -{To other call girl}- And his sweet-meat.
CALL GIRL #2: -{To Girl #4}- that's so gross.
-{she hangs up}-
SEAN: No. She did not just fucking hang up on me for 4 dollars a fucking minute.
-{hangs up}-
what the fuck is happening
-{weeping}-
... I'm horny, goddamn it. Oh, shit. Fucking, this is so un-chill.
From the shadows of the stars Comes a man with no face, soul of million scars An evil Count, The End of Days There are many ways to Take full advantage when we cannot see Make us live in a part-time reality
SEAN: Well, I'm half way there, baby, just let me slip out of these silky boxer shorts of mine.
GIRL #4: You must look good you stud, are you hard?
SEAN: Baby, my tally-whacker's all revved up and ready to go.
GIRL #4: ..."Tally-whacker"?
SEAN: No, no, no... I said the sweet-meat.
GIRL #4: Oh my god.
SEAN: What?
GIRL #4: -{To other call girl}- I just heard some fucking idiot call it a tally-whacker.
Sore Subject Lyrics
Bringing down the rain from up above And shine a bright light on a sore subject The colors they are bending They're bending over backwards to grant us wishes Almost But they don't quite reach Almost It's not quit
Bringing down the rain from up above And shine a bright light on a sore subject The colors they are bending They're bending over backwards to grant us wishes Almost But they don't quite reach Almost It's not quit
-{Sean groans}-
CALL GIRL #2: -{To Girl #4}- your kidding?
GIRL #4: -{To other call girl}- And his sweet-meat.
CALL GIRL #2: -{To Girl #4}- that's so gross.
-{she hangs up}-
SEAN: No. She did not just fucking hang up on me for 4 dollars a fucking minute.
-{hangs up}-
what the fuck is happening
-{weeping}-
... I'm horny, goddamn it. Oh, shit. Fucking, this is so un-chill.