me When the end comes I know They'll say just a gigollo Life goes on without me I'm just a gigollo And everywhere I go People know the part I'm playing
I love you to death, I love you to death I love you to death oh ba-aby I will never stop, 'til you reach the top I - love - you I love you to death, I
I am, I am, what I am, what I am, what I am, what I am, I'll be, I'll be I am, I am, what I am, what I am, for the rights, for the rights, of man, hey
be my sweet baby, mine I ain't got nobody, nobody cares for me I ain't got nobody, nobody much Nobody cares for me I'm so sad and lonely, because I'
the rest I wann', I wann', I wann', I wann', I wanna shake your hand (I wanna shake your hand) I wanna shake your hand (I wanna be your frie-iend) I wanna shake your hand (I
Traduzione: Village People. Non Bug Me When sto lavorando.
Traduzione: Village People. I Aint Got Nobody.
Traduzione: Village People. Voglio stringerti la mano.
Traduzione: Village People. Ti amo To Death.
Traduzione: Village People. I Am What I Am.
Who me? They want you, they want you They want you as a new recruit But, but, but, I'm afraid of water. Hey, hey look Man, I get seasick even watchin
cuts "How can you be so stupid?"] [Pete Nice] Negative mind, paid as snakes who can't rhyme Play the dude? It's sucker time I stand I take a bust in
cold hip-hopppin I'm not sweatin it, man, I'm just flowin Just to let the people know that I'll keep goin Oakland, California, that's where I'm based
Up in the sky, there is a village And the people there are blue, I believe it's true Up in the sky, people are happy They love to sing and there is no
I fell so fine I cross the final line I cross the final line Silver fever in the village People's heads are coming off And I know where and what And I
the Village People gay? Adam: No, I guess not. Andrew: You know what Adam? I think you're obsessed with gay people. Adam: No I'm not obsessed with homosexuals. Look, I
turn zoomers when rookies talkin' Bad seeds blossom the wookie walk, hawkin' Let a sucker drift, I lift up every stone prone to find the point I which
communal hop-scotch gives them leverage Cut them with mortars while I mumble in the immortal slang of mushmouth for the anti-led Nirvana I used to think I
