Oh, do you see him standing in the street? Mmm, he looks so neat I've seen him before Running round with all the boys All that's right Mmm, big thighs
Creepy, creepy in the dark Shiny, shiny Joan of Arc When the moonlight starts its glow Cold heart Helen, Queen of Troy
She's got charisma, got thunderstorms Like a baby, never, never been balled She's got mad men, murmuring in the skies She's the cause of her rise
Oh, Helen of Troy
Oh, look at him, isn't he gorgeous Such Big thighs all oiled and mine Oh listen, he's got to go, I want him in my arms to stay
Big fat mama done me wrong Left me hanging all alone But that bitch is as old, is as old, is as old I said that dirty old pro right out, there is the foe
Oh, Helen of Troy
Mercy, mercy, mercy me I'm so scared, please comfort me I don't wanna be, don't wanna be your back street boy Take back the House of joy
Oh, Helen of Troy
Standing there under the lights Your eyes shining bright I want you all of the time Soon your body and all of you, mine
Oh fill with awe, I get so jealous Lubricate me, don't hate me But you are swimmingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
