Lyrics:
booty by booty by booty by booty by hay!
Wasn't it you who left me alone
Wasn't it you who called me on the phone
Wasn't it you who wrecked my home
tryna get away
Fuck this fake love shit, got it tatted so
Everybody knows that I'm done with it
I don't fuck with it
Just want something real
Shit you
really?) , ja
(Wait, is it malloy?)
Sie ist so big in Love und sie weint
(Wei-ei-eint) , ja, weil t-low sie versetzt
Für die Crew, für die Vibes, ja
Stor Oslos by og bygdelag
Slå for vår folkedans et slag
Oppsett det ei men korn i dag
Springar er tingen
Samba og jitterbug på fest
Forfall og
Stor Oslos by og bygdelag
Slå for vår folkedans et slag
Oppsett det ei men korn i dag
Springar er tingen
Samba og jitterbug på fest
Forfall og
gjorde det samme som oss
Og havet var rikt fjell og stein det gav malm
Vi høsta i mangfold og mjøden
Vart brygga av korn skilt fra halm
De stolte ørnan
ya straight in the Dusch and
When you're steppin' out again but still have a Blutzer
Don't throw the flint ins Korn 'cause here comes the booster
die
Sohlen der Jordans beim Basketball
Selbst und ständig, get it on
Nachtaktiv mit Plattendeal
Nüchtern schon so unterwegs wie
Auf Pepp und Korn
Breaking up my world and I'm giving up my heart
Little by little, by little, by little
I'm losing all my pride, it's really getting bad
Hurting deep
Breaking up my world and I'm giving up my heart
Little by little by little by little
I'm losing all my pride, it's really getting bad
Hurting deep
They're taking me to the gallows, mother
They're going to hang me high
It is a wonderful day to live
And a gloomy day to die
As I walk through
Hahaha, j-juice it up, Timon
Beute wird gewittert, wenn der Mond scheint, vom Ritter der Dämonen
Füll' dich mit Schüssen in den Tod, dank
Ebers, 20: 15, hol' ein Korn
Was wir treiben Freitagabend? Wodka-Sport
Fahr' durch die Nacht, die
Augen rot, bleib' wach, es wird bald hell
Bass doll, der
Platter Part aus Dorfkirmes
Wenn ich einmal traurig bin
Will ich einen Korn trinken
Und mein Ohr mit 'nem
Messer vorsichtig abtrennen
Antilopen ist für
gehorchen
Gib mal den Korn
Der Mann ist gleich dran und braucht
Betäubung auf die vereiterten Mandeln
Ich rapp' mich durch Schmerzen in der
Lunge bis die
aotrou Lenoret 'lâre
D'al labous bihan an deiz-se :
« Moualc'hig beg melen donezet
Ma mestrez koant it da welet
Da ganañ dezhi an donenn
'M eus
because I'm not like the rest
It might take a miracle, but somehow I'll get there
I'll get there by little by little by little by little by little by
the way
When the postman calls, he'll deliver the letter
I've explained everything; it's better that way
(Divided by, divided by) I think they heard
don't care, I paint the town red (walk on by)
Mm, she the devil
She a bad lil' bitch, she a rebel (walk on by)
She put her foot to the pedal
It'll take
Z-Z-Zemine
Flex das (Flex)
Schlürfe Korn aus dem Sektglas (ah)
Typen stalken mit 'nem Fernglas
Reagier' nicht auf Kommandos wie Alexa, ah
to follow
A place I have to go
Well, no one told me just how to get there
But when I get there I'll know
'Cause I'm taking it
Step by step
Bit by bit
to follow
A place I have to go
Well, no one told me just how to get there
But when I get there I'll know
'Cause I'm taking it
Step by step
Bit by bit
Yeah, I'm giving it over
Music by Peter Furler and Steve Taylor / Lyrics by Steve Taylor
©©2002 Dawn Treader Music (admin. by EMI Christian Music
(twisting by the pool)
Oh, twisting, twisting by the pool
Now everybody just to do it
twisting by the pool
And we're twisting (twisting by the pool)
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