Come over here, girl. Whip it out and show the world. It ain't the time for lyin' with your mocha swirl. Everybody gangsta, everybody Blood and Crippin', I'm a tell the truth, if you take the time to listen. But then again lets make it hot, guy lets make it nice (what), and leave a scar now. I said merrily, merrily, merrily not one, but rarely, rarely, rarely get two.
When the lights go out When they cut your phone When you laid off When you home alone When you with your girl Everyone around the world On a Sunday afternoon When you're with your crew Shit happens.
We kinda hot together like Sonny and Cher - Too hot to trot and we just don't care. Now close your eyes and go to sleep. That guy don't dance, tramps can't compete. You a New York dime in a city of cents. Regrets I've had a few, but not the night we met. See you been gettin' love from postal workers, all in search of vicious looks.
When the lights go out When they cut your phone When you laid off When you home alone When you with your girl Everyone around the world On a Sunday afternoon When you're with your crew Shit happens.
(It's) too hot for you, (It's) too hot for me.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
