luna bella come nessuna Che notte sara Gia la vedo negli occhi che hai Occhi grandi che fanno male Occhi che sanno stregare La notte verra Con i venti
the Backstreet Boys I'm arrogant Lady singers and rappers, I'm Keith Livingston your lawyer, I'm gonna work you My job is to give you a Benz, close your publishing deal while I
things I?m willing to do for her, I wish I could have a threesome with two of her, I would sing a love song if I knew the words, but I?ll be damned
out before you get hurt Bury the dirt, line for line Ramp I be the mastermind That's be full time watch me shine I know the seven sign I'm rich and
call another nigga dumb Some say I'm sane, some say I'm off Label me Roc-a-feller 'cause I'm hot like stars I wanna test arousa but I settle for a paw
clap? Hands hit each other, 1, 2 hupsakee(*3) Applause cattle, grieve on TV Hands hit each other, 1, 2 hupsakee I can cry about it, I get sick of it
goes slowly by I know I'll hear Sounds in the sunset, now It's time to stay beside you And you'll understand holding each other tight not to part again
out before you get hurt. Bury the dirt. line for line. Ramp I be the mastermind. That's be full time watch me shine. I know the seven sign. I'm rich,
things I'm willing to do for her, I wish I could have a threesome with two of her, I would sing a love song if I knew the words, but I'll be damned
seeing many others use these words... I let your mind breathin' together... With the EGO sound... Voglio parlare di me con te dire tutto quanto cosi
Are you crying Evelyn? No... no... yes. I was just thinking about Sandy. And about Bimba and Kimba. I miss them Evelyn. I know, I miss them too. Especially
slick with ice And I'm sick with butterflies And some other girl may be the talk of the town I could lose my voice Or I could split my gown But when I
