Lyrics Irish Whiskey Pretty Girls - Old 97's

Houma and we are satisfied with what,
You will forgive us and we did not sleep without me, without me
Hamidinah and radiating grief, O world, do not see, erase me, erase me
Samreen Al-Kharshi made me smile,
And with me was the high one who helped me
And our religion and the owner of what
So what, they fell and they envied us for a gathering
And the five of me caught up with the jar
O my clan, they did not mix on breath
Follow the bitter battle lord, don't forget the sheikha al-ras
We don't complain about God. I am free
We live the night, you don't know, and my heart is my expert
Araboush and Tabat are suffering
It is long and difficult to see me
Cartouche I need the money
Come on yay yay
The world is a circle between us
When needed, don't hide us
Arabi lahia between us
Come on yay yay
I didn't forget, I didn't forget the distress of my sisters.
It doesn't last, and good people watch
I wore out and grew up wanting my life,
O Benadam, watch and God is great
Walking and completing a tuck, and the Lord was aware of Bia
My way and I paved my hand, and we do not live with you by intention
You do not see me, and in distress you find me.
My mother does not fear your son, Hani
Araboush and Tabat are suffering
It's hard to see me
Cartouche I need the money
Come on yay yay
The world is a circle between us
When needed, don't hide us
Arabi lahia between us
Come on yay yay
Araboush and Tabat are suffering
It's hard to see me
Cartouche I need the money
Come on yay yay
The world is a circle between us
When needed, don't hide us
Arabi lahia between us
Come on yay yay

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