My girl's been a real whore Spending her time with Theodore Now Teddy he's my best friend but With friends like these Who needs enemies? My mother she
Hugs and kisses from the girls and the boys We get it automatic... This jungle is massive So please don't be so passive Be aggressive, impress us And
Listen to your body tonight It's gonna treat you right Listen to your body tonight It's gonna treat you right When I first met you, You was livin' in
Like many a Mael, I get angst in my pants. And goddamn it to hell, it don't help if I dance. And you, you're not doing too well. All the blogs are about
Over and over, baby Making me play this game If true love waits, it's a big mistake No need to feel ashamed When the clock says stop, We're all gonna
Knock, knock. Who's there? Call the ghost in your underwear. Call the ghost in your underwear who? Call the ghost in your underwear "boo". It's fine,
If your mother had her druthers Won't be riding with another rolling stone If these bitches had three wishes, You'd be busted up with stitches comatose
everything's been grand since you left the krypt all the kids are sporting cemetery mips and they know that you're a mess of all that is classic you're
So you want my affection We both know you'll only throw it away But if you must have a go, fine, okay If you must have a go, then go away I'm making
Jane, I've made it plain, although I'm faded as a ghost: I want you here inside me. Say the word. Oh, you've been playing nice, but I can see it in your
[Originally by Will Smith] here come the men in black. it's the MIBs, uh, here come the MIBs. here come the men in black. they won't let you remember
kids all my friends are bad kids product of no dad kids kids like you and me Bad kids aint no college grad kids livin life out on the skids kids
smaller lengths of time paycheck to dollar night some say it's a black hole but this town is a place we call home some says it's a black hole but
-p-pedal down the foot hills Wheelies on the front I'm on the dyno with the black mags Black mags, Dyno with the black mags, black mags Black mags, Dyno
I'm just another back street kid Rock'n'roll music is the only thing I really dig Can't stop the music going 'round Inside my head I'm a rock'n'roll soldier
all the kids go The cold air is sneaking in His good side is showing sin Can you hear him? Keep on regretting Can you hear him? Keep on, keep on And all the kids
Traduzione: American Teen Soundtrack. Bambini nero - Sono Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend.
