Saturday night in a dancing house I say (yeah yeah yeah yeah) Storming boys staring at my eyes I say (yeah yeah yeah yeah) You're the one I like I
Dove vanno a finire i calzini quando perdono i loro vicini dove vanno a finire beati i perduti con quelli spaiati quelli a righe mischiati con quelli
[Spoken:] OH! Hot, Hot damnit! Y'all pissing me off auent ya! Now ya gone dunit! EVERYBODY'S GETTING SOCKS FOR CHRISTMAS! 123 GO! This isn't the same
Is it you again outside, Just banging on the front door? You say you had enough, Now you're coming' back for more, But that's alright. I said that that
Is it you again outside Just banging on the front door? You say you had enough Now you're comin' back for more But that's alright I said that, "That'
You talk about you and only you and the things that you do for you You say you're not a lean cuisine So I wanna see whatcha got on the menu Now if you
Gimme me a one (one!) Gimme me a two (two!) Gimme a three (three!), four (four!), five (five!) Gimme a Six soccer socks sitting on the shelf Six soccer
Tonight, I waited but my heart is so cold 'Cause you never stay more than a minute, so I'm told I know you're just doing your job But what am I supposed
Look at all my socks Oh, so many, many socks I can't even believe it Can you imagine having so many socks? I can't even begin to count them all Let alone
Z' Lauterbach hab i mein Strumpf verlorn, ohne Strumpf gehn i net hoam,gehn i halt wieder auf Lauterbach, kauf mir an Strumpf zu dem oan. Z' Lauterbach
It's all that you do that carries you through And the power that you receive destroys you So you take little gun and you zap em' cause all You ever wanted
You want it all but don't care what you want Feel complete, uh it's good You sleep by my side, it's understood It's not too late you wanted it good Through
." "I got a high strutting loser." "She's clean, and always choosing." "She got her way to the head of the gays." (CHORUS): "And they call her Jaded Strumpet
to go Every hand grabs every moment Can I see you, strumpet eye? Strumpet eye Dig a rare earth angel gone Strumpet eye Was cheated in a romance Strumpet
REDNECKS, WHITE SOCKS AND BLUE RIBBON BEER Writers Bob McDill, Wayland Holyfield, Chuck Neese There's no place that I'd rather be than right here With
(m - grapow) This song is instrumental
Here's a song about a good 'ole girl with a big 'ole heart that got Broke 'cause she was in love with Some son of a bitch who didn't love her back enough