Lyrics:
calling my guy
Are you crazy?
Now I'm gonna take you outside
And show you crazy
Ohhh I got your crazy
Call my man again and ill muck you up,
just stuck in the muck like
Wait, wait, man down
I'm just stuck in the muck like
Stuck in the muck, in the muck like
Stuck in the muck, in the muck
What are you gonna do when the hounds are calling?
What are you gonna do when the hounds are calling?
You're a muck that's why I had to cut you
What are you gonna do when the hounds are calling?
What are you gonna do when the hounds are calling?
You're a muck that's why I had to cut you
Yeah I'm running up a muck And I'm stuck
I don't wanna fall for you
I just wanna ball for you
I'm runnin' up a -
(I'm runnin' up)
I'm runnin up a -
Oh yeah baby you know thats right, I said were gunna have some fun tonight!
Muck sticky is your friend, and I came here to have a good time.
are you
Miss Muck don't really know herself.
Always reaching for the highest shelf.
She dont know what's wrong from right.
Or why she's always getting in
Running a muck and a ruckas getting fucked up
Running a muck and a ruckas getting fucked up
Running a muck and a ruckas getting fucked up
Yeah not
wanna comb my hair
I'll strip down to the waist
And up to the waist
And forget about the underwear
A-huk-a-luk-a-huk-a-luk-a-muck-muck
That's the way
scrub, muck
Suck, fuck, scrub, muck
Suck, fuck, scrub, muck
Suck, fuck, scrub muck
Looking like a lady
But a demon lay in waiting
Fucking like a porn star
iyisin
Söyle bana kiminsin, kiminsin, kiminsin
Beni çarpmış gibisin in misin cin misin
Reçeteni ister misin muck ister misin
Muck ister misin
Muck ister
I squirm into the crawl space
I trap myself in the crawl space
With the rats, rats, bugs, bugs
Fat cats, fuck muck
I can smell them
Let me taste them
the muckidy muck he was
Speakin', tellin' them where it was at
He said hear, hear there ain't nothin' to fear
Except a three eyed Siamese cat
And the crowd was
making
Don't want to hear about the lives you're faking
Don't want to read about the muck they're raking
You sang your song
For much too long
making
Don't want to hear about the lives you're faking
Don't want to read about the muck they're raking
You sang your song
For much too long
Muck spreading, muck spreading
Empty the shed of the cow's dirty bedding
Muck spreading, muck spreading
Oh how I love that old muck spreading!
Muck
Thru the muck
Down inside
Thru the muck
Crawl back outside
I won
Entrenched but daylight penetrates the sun
Now on
To lands beyond the path that is
partly of my making
And if there's muck, I'll do the raking
Now the scene is escalating
You'd better have no expectations
It's partly of my making
the muck up.
(Cover the muck up,
Oh, with a little luck.)
December will be magic again.
Light the canDLe-lights
To conjure Mr. Wilde
Into
never understand the motive drive
Muck..You..Up..Muck
In a dream I wander on
To the bell tower.. writing songs
So I crumple this page, and rip it up
Dirk Bogarde
I'm not very stylish
And you're not avant garde
Or Lionel Blair
We're as common as muck
Bonne chance, viel glück, good luck
Where
hol mal die Gitarre raus
Schalalalaaa - Brick&Brick - Schalalalaaa
Wir sind in der Stadt, muck uns nicht an
Willst du Stress oder bist du entspannt
Wir
Muck a muck mau mau
Muck a muck mau mau
Muck a muck mau mau
Muck a muck mau mau
Muck Blood
Dark Lord
cin't no Saint now
Muck Blood
Dark Lord
cin't no Saint now
Muck Blood
Dark Lord
cin't no Saint now
Muck Blood
Dark Lord
cin't no
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