Life goes where she goes.

Be ready to pull out as soon as she goes.

She goes on

She goes home.

There she goes!

There she goes.

There she goes.

Well, she goes.

Wherever she goes

There she goes!

There she goes.

As soon as this shop are closes, off she goes straight home.

She goes like Yeah!

She goes by Alex.

There she goes again.

And there she goes.

No, she never goes.

Well, here she goes.

So she goes like, she called me saying,

We'll have to try and float them off as she goes down.

And she goes, Uh... no.

She goes, What about dogs?

And she goes Ah, no.

And there she goes, right.

So she goes like this.

Here she goes three ways.

Here she goes, Mama Guitar.

She's safe wherever she goes.

She goes on after Dominique.

She goes out with you.

Round she goes, and where she stops, nobody knows.

She goes to prison for a visit and never goes home.

She goes away with stars in her eyes about India, as a result.

She rarely goes out on Sundays.

She goes to school on foot.

She goes to Tizi Ouzou University.

Now, there she goes, right overhead.

She goes boing boing every morning!

Whatever my reason, she goes free.

Oh, she goes on the cuff.

(There she goes, going, going, GONE! )

When she goes to these places...

Like a ghost, she goes anywhere!

She goes on over Skype and she sorts things out.

And yet, she goes on as if nothing had happened, living her life the same as before.