"And right here, l got one of Jesus and Biggie on the seesaw. | |
# Seesaw, seesaw, Margery Daw, seesaw # | |
'And today, I will need that power, 'because since we last did one of these pan-European races, 'the seesaw has tilted to make life harder for the car.' | |
(Music) Hear them say, "You want some more?" Living on a seesaw (Music) | |
(Music) On the train just groovin' like a seesaw (Music) | |
"And right here, l got one of Jesus and Biggie on the seesaw. | |
# Seesaw, seesaw, Margery Daw, seesaw # | |
'And today, I will need that power, 'because since we last did one of these pan-European races, 'the seesaw has tilted to make life harder for the car.' | |
(Music) Hear them say, "You want some more?" Living on a seesaw (Music) | |
(Music) On the train just groovin' like a seesaw (Music) | |
"My mind seesaws, hesitating to be just your hip-string" | |
"gashes, saws, seesaws, slices into a plump, glistening pasta packet, | |
I'm not talking about swings and seesaws, WaIsh. | |
While it's true that the quality of the individual male and female perfomances seesaws back and forth. | |
You said the same thing about tricycles, seesaws, and puppies. | |
"My mind seesaws, hesitating to be just your hip-string" | |
"gashes, saws, seesaws, slices into a plump, glistening pasta packet, | |
I'm not talking about swings and seesaws, WaIsh. | |
While it's true that the quality of the individual male and female perfomances seesaws back and forth. | |
You said the same thing about tricycles, seesaws, and puppies. | |
This one has seesawed back and forth. Lieutenant, I will not be spoken to in this way in my house. | |
'Come up the drifting, sea-dark street now, in the dark night seesawing like the sea.' 'To the bible-black airless attic over Jack Black the cobbler's shop.' | |
So here's what's new... lots more seesawing between nausea and starvation. | |
Yöu'll be caught seesawing like this. | |
This one has seesawed back and forth. Lieutenant, I will not be spoken to in this way in my house. | |
'Come up the drifting, sea-dark street now, in the dark night seesawing like the sea.' 'To the bible-black airless attic over Jack Black the cobbler's shop.' | |
So here's what's new... lots more seesawing between nausea and starvation. | |
Yöu'll be caught seesawing like this. | |