it when you bite me, French kissing, lip rings, razorblades, sick dreams, cuss words, body art, ladies who can party hard Black eyed peasant
(Parle)Eh! Tonton redis moin ki ka pati en vacances Je sais pas moi ais c'est nous meme Ouai c'est cool Ici y a froy La-bas y a chaleur, y a les filles
I say "Everybody!" Come on and clap your hands Just clap your hands Laisse tomber tes problemes Viens avec nous danser On la joue carpe diem Cale sur
Allez on y va c?est parti, le Collectif est la pour te faire maigrir Mets toi un petit [...] Tu vas maigrir tout seul Nous on a pas le temps. Est-ce
INTRO : ALLEZ VIENS DANSER AVEC NOUS LA TOUTE MAM ZEL A KA YA BOUGE LA YOU GOT HIT ME POSITIVE SO DON'T BE NEGATIVE CHAMPAGNE AND WHISKY IT'S WEEK END
Black eyed man he took the blame For the poisoning of the well They found this shoes by the pulley They found his fingerprints all over the pail Black
Baby hit the back door Breathin' real heavy Said the boys in the alley Wouldn't leave her alone Mama did her make-up in a terrible hurry She finally
The money would be pretty good If a quart of milk were still a dollar Or even if a quart of milk were still a quart And the hours, well, I don't mind
If you were the woman and I was the man Would I send you yellow roses Would I dare to kiss your hand? In the morning would I caress you As the wind caresses
Murder tonight in the trailer park Mrs. Annabelle Evans found With her throat cut after dark Her pockets turned inside out Her dresser drawers turned
The hoods are up on Pine Street, Rear ends lifted too The great-grandsons of General Robert E. Lee Are making love with a little help from STP Their
A little of it must fall So she spends her evenings praying For a little of that southern rain Cars alive on city streets Of sparkling black water Like
This street holds its secrets like a cobra holds its kill This street minds its business like a jailer minds his jail That house there is haunted That
Mornings feel so damn sad these days Without the call of the 8:15 That old familiar echo Has finally died away Leaving nothing but a chill Where there
You're clean as a widow woman's washboard, son, Stick it in the wind Put the mountains to your back The great plains on your grille Time to take a little
Won't say I love you babe Won't say I need you babe But I'm going to get you babe And I will not do you wrong Living's mostly wasting time And I waste
She says, 'it's cold where you brought me' He says, 'Darling, don't worry You can stay in my arms Until the springtime comes We'll let the snow drift
Michael Timmins Black eyed man he took the blame for the poisoning of the well. They found his shoes by the pulley. They found his fingerprints all
