letra de william davenant - ladies in arms - ghizela rowe
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let us live, live! for, being dead
the pretty spots
ribbons and knots
and the fine french dress for the head
no lady wears upon her
in the cold, cold bed of honour
beat down our grottos, and hew down our bowers
dig up our arbours, and root up our flowers;
our gardens are bulwarks and bastions become;
then hang up our lute, we must sing to the drum
our patches and our curls
so exact in each station
our powders and our purls
are now out of fashion
hence with our needles, and give us your spades;
we, that were ladies, grow co-rs- as our maids
our coaches have driven us to b-lls at the court
we now must drive barrows to earth up the fort
letras aleatórias
- letra de so badare a me stesso - jdc (ita)
- letra de healing - kryder
- letra de pain of truth - pain of truth
- letra de fake smiles - jilabee
- letra de tears - danny williams
- letra de reaching - thirteenthirtyone
- letra de i guess its time too - ca$!e rose
- letra de promesas falsas - elida reyna y avante
- letra de the deep end - giant bird
- letra de you're gonna make it - dope saint jude