s always someone watching eyes TV's on and someone's watching eyes In the kitchen someone's watching eyes And the maid and butler's watching eyes TV'
always someone watching Eyes TV's on and someone's watching Eyes In the kitchen someone's watching Eyes And the maid and butler's watching Eyes TV's
always someone watching eyes TV's on and someone's watching eyes In the kitchen someone's watching eyes And the maid and butler's watching eyes TV's
Traduzione: Estate, Donna. Occhi.
is goin' out (Yeah its goin' out right here) All my Cover Girls, what up? (Yeah, 5'2") Cover Girl (Baby right there) Lets go Lords [Chorus: Donna Summer
your burnt chest popped up, but keep your guns cocked up Cuz all them cats that you knocked up and always gon' be locked up Hide yaself like Donna Summer
What ya donna when the - pass by (sey what u doin babt ) (sey waht u doin maybe) How ya gonna wcore wid that - lyin eye (sey what u goin baby) (sey
complex it is, baggin bitches in GS 300 Lexuses and the sex is for summer sports Passports for drug transports to remote resorts Bitches with Donna Karan
as Aaliyah or Madonna donna, caren bitches starin but i aint carein they know she will kill a song, ever seen a girl in a chinchilla thong? have your eyes
there's no spring in the middle this year I'm the new chicken clucking open hearts and ears Oh, such a prima donna, sorry for myself But green, it is also summer
know how complex it is Baggin' bitches in GS 300 Lexuses And the sex is for summer sports Passports for drug transports to remote resorts Bitches with Donna
Like the raven and the dove looking for a perfect love after rainy, stormy weather I am yours and you are mine till the stars fall from my eyes there
You and me we're together, loving eyes can always stray loving hearts will always find the way don't pass through my life like a season don't hurry by
What would I have to do to get you to notice me too do I stand in line one of a million admiring eyes Walk a tightrope way up high write your name across
, there's no spring in the middle this year I'm the new chicken plucking open hearts and ears Oh, such a prima donna, sorry for myself But green, it is also summer
last night at a fancy dress ball I was dancing with all the queens and lords When a tall and mystic man took me by the hand And began dancing my eyes