He's the man who loves women Women, women, women He's the man who loves women And fallin' in love everyday When he sees a Senorita It's a sure thing
Mama said that thirteen was too young to think my lips And too young to run with me and twice my years But when you're young and yearn to be a woman what
I might bite my lip, look down at my shoes I might clench my fist or just leave the room But I'm not gonna cry, not one single drop 'Cause once I get
If I were a boy even just for a day I'd roll out of bed in the morning And throw on what I wanted and go I'd drink beer with the guys and chase after
Hey Mr. DJ, turn the music up loud And everybody report to the dance floor now Lock 'em up 'cause we 'bout to get down Off the chain, like they do it
Wack wack wacky wacky women Wack wack wacky wacky women Hello, everybody, this is Russel Right before I sing I'm gonna make a muscle Now that's out of
Cheka! Pero esta vez! En "The Noise"! Jaja! Si quieres de mi Buscame, mujer Que yo 'toy suelto y tu estas suelta Aprovecha y no lo pienses mas Vente
Looking back to when I was young and free And I owned my life and no one owned me Someone asked if I could give her a break When I said, "Yes," I made
El pintor de las mujeres soles abandonado en su empecinada claridad. Hizo su ultimo viaje ya muy solo sobre el Atlantico y fue sepultado cuando llego.
Some Women make you wanta write love songs Some Women make you wanta cry Some Women make you want 'em all night long Some Women make you wanta lie
(mick ralphs) Who do you think you are looking at me like that Put your face on someone else's head Where do you think you're at hanging around my leg
The ultimate error: war The total error: war All empires' rhythm: war Poor human wretch He is a tiny slimy worm Why do we need a rosy old Statesman's
Nothing's at ease They will live a life that is But a farce now Exhausted they are tired To reach a safer place They will seek for this garden's gate
Taste that silence and starve Heartache, taste heartache And paly the game of Bite - release - bite O! Surprise! Injured! Torrents and torments Blade
They hang on me With endless sighs A fool! That touches lost disguise They'll hang kayreyth They misbehave A man is subject the things that her dares
See them kneel see them blow At their throne Thei're living in bondage now They'll be released no more Whiped-out identitites empty faces Beauty beyond
A vast amount of hatred For humans unprotected For victims unprotected Starts a war Toys - they are trapped in a game Which none of them survives They
A wound - not sore - beyond cure remains Still and silent - painless days Paltriness - Indifference Life does remain quite lukewarm Ecstasies all burn