Those schoolgirl days of telling tales And biting nails are gone But in my mind I know They still will live on and on But how do you thank someone Who
He has a powerful weapon He charges a million a shot An assassin that's second to none The man with the golden gun Lurking in some darkened doorway Or
We passed upon the stair, we spoke of was and when Although I wasn't there, he said I was his friend Which came as some surprise I spoke into his eyes
Party of the century, no cops allowed Just me and seven hundred others Come on, join the crowd We got wine, whiskey, women and guns How can you afford
[Scratches] "No static, got an automatic" [Scales] Too much of anything makes you an addict Take a nigga back down Tobacco Road I give my old soul what
Boy say to me, he say "Ay Yuk, what's yo favorite city?" And I say "West Virginia, that's my hometown" Take me back to West VA Take me back to Charleston
You take a bumble bee and match him with a doorbell And whatcha got (Humdinger) Hear what I say (Humdinger) Whoever threw the whiskey in the bottom of
Cheer up it might never happen Oh, it might never happen we we'll see As I sit here spitting and churning Oh, it's clear it's happening right now to me
Lulu ah ah ah ah ah Lulu ah ah ah ah ah Where the middle class breaks up The working class better wake up When America was dreaming Some pigs stole our
You're a hum hum hum hum hum humdinger Want to cling cling cling cling clinga clinga When we ling ling ling ling linger linger Evert time we kiss goodnight
Humdinger, she loves to lick my finger Humdinger, she loves to lick my finger She rolls it 'round her tongue like a natural thing She makes me feel like
My ordinary days Are spent inside the maze Of never changing ways Such ordinary days My ordinary spin Showed itself again It never seems to end Then
L'incantesimo delle tue labbra lulu soffia l'eco dei ricordi e ora che anche io non valgo molto, lo so nell'economia dei giorni ma in fondo agli occhi
(Laboriel jr./Lang) My ordinary days Are spent inside the maze Of never changing ways Such ordinary days My ordinary spin Showed itself again It never
100 mila per scoprir chi sei (Quella che vorrei) 100 mila e un po? scopri anche lei! (Quella che vorrei) Che cosa pensi mai Che cosa penserai Io rallento
Cheer up it might never happen, oh, it might never happen we we'll see as i sit here spitting and churning, oh, its clear its happening right noe to me
party of the century no cops allowed just me and seven hundred others come on, join the crowd we got wine, whiskey, women and guns how can you afford