have a girl like her is a dream come true And of all the girls in New York she loves me true It was just my imagination, once again Running away with me It was just my
My girl (my girl) my girl Talkin? ?bout my girl I got sunshine, on a cloudy day I even got the month of may (my girl) my girl. I?m talkin? ?bout my girl
girl like her is strictly a dream come true And of all the girls in New York she loves me true It was just my imagination, once again Running away with me It was just my
? My girl, my girl, my girl Talkin' 'bout my girl I got sunshine on a cloudy day I even got the month of May My girl, my girl, I'm talkin' 'bout my girl
Traduzione: Rolling Stones. My Girl.
a girl like her is a dream come true And of all the girls in New York she loves me true It was just my imagination, once again Running away with me It was just my
a dry eye in the house They're laughing and singing Started dancing and drinking as I left town Gonna find my way to heaven, `cause I did my time in
Girl, you on my mind all the time, its a secret [Chorus x2- Jamie Foxxx] Baby I'll build you up Girl if I, never show I have you by my side I build you up Girl
don't do our own beats We just fondle eachother, while the camera's rolling We had boyfriends, but they never got blown Now we're naked on the cover of that mag Rolling Stone
(by Rolling Stones) I can't get no satisfaction I can't get no satisfaction 'cause i try and i try and i try and i try I can't get no, i can't get no
to Play somethin' we know Do you know any Buffett? Or any Pink Floyd? How about some 'Dead, dude? How about the Doors? Do you know any Beatles? Or any Rolling Stones
had ass cheeks The sticker in my hand would say priority seating And man, I dunno if it was me or you But your girl was on my dick like she was teethen
man is from the gutter And that man is a hustler trying to survive, moving grams of that butter See, his momma was a dope fiend, poppa was a rolling stone
these seven zeroes that's my only concern Put a torch to these hoes, make these bitches burn Stern, as I handle my grit, talk mo' shit Spit, and let my
she know how daddy roll I'm coming back home with it, sometime I take her with me when I go and get my dough, cause my girl roll harder then some niggas
