Wish we were in a palace out of the world where the others and anything never be seen wish we imprisoned in a colourless tableau to take forgotten
wish we were in a palace out of the world where the others and anything never be seen wish we imprisoned in a colourless tableau to take forgotten hopes
And if i had something to say to you i'd whisper it softly, kiss you on your rosey lips and never let you off me. shiver on your roof and see your face
I got this shit on lock I got this shit on lock Holla' Holla' at me if you on my block I got this shit on lock I got this shit on lock Holla' Holla'
I?ma hit you from the back, I?ma hit you from the, I?ma hit you from the back, I?ma hit you from the, I?ma hit you from the back, I?ma hit you from the
Oh God, God, she's really done it now, Coked up, her body's all spun around, Oh yeah, yeah, she's really done it, And seein' her just isn't something
I'm not your boyfriend, baby, I ain't your cute little sex toy, I'm not your lion or your tiger, Won't be your nasty little boy, I'm not your boyfriend
Black dress with the tights underneath, I got the breath of the last cigarette on my teeth, And shes an actress (actress), But she ain't got no need.
I mean what can I say, Three babies in the backseat singin' to you, Hey Dj, won't you play that song for me, And my hom-- and my homies all singin' to
Intro Oh I see ya ya photofinnish when they see them glimmerin they buy em Oh i see ya ya photofinnish getting women like we hire em Oh I see ya ya
When I come up in the club, I'm talking mad shit, Come up in the club I'm 'bout to get my ass kicked, 'Cause I'm sippin' on some Gin, Sip, Sippin' on
Nice legs, Daisy Dukes, Makes a man go (whistles), That's the way they all come through like (whistles), Low-cut, see-through shirts that make ya (whistles
Go ahead and burn it down I'm drunk and so is everyone else In this devil town They wont let me turn around To get one last look at my baby While she
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November Not much to remember You were not in sight December Change of the weather You were by my side Love is all we want Love Love is all we need
Sans opinion, chanteur, J'vous suis dans toutes vos combines. J'ai aucun point d'honneur. Cool, je suis les consignes. J'peux faire des choses fines
Comme la veilleuse laissait tout voir, La nuit, le petit dormeur S'en allait tout seul dans le noir. Avoir peur. Il aimait pas les gugusses Qui faisaient
Arretez tout, dans les magazines, Nouvel Homme, Tweed et fiches cuisines. Am'nez les jartelles, les bas resilles, Les sexy dentelles, les talons aiguilles
