And now I'm fond of someone else,
While you fuckin' with the Soul Assassins in
Oh...Ooh
Flip-flops, tank-tops, bikinis, and no dress code
huevos, que tenemos pa?ÔÇÜ?? madrearlos
No one gives me hope I am empty handed
New lyrics and music by Cledus T. Judd/Scott Rouse
symphonic, yet- pathetic
Don't break the heart that loves you, handle
I thought by now I'd been a household name
To spread its spirit
A one-way street, she?TŽ?Tá?? walking to end of th
I gave you my heart
But that's a feeling you'll get over ove
For your books and your fancy talk
Let's take one last look at those city lights
My ghetto queen
You speak the words that ease away the pain
And say her last goodbye
to your heart.....
ruf' ich dich an.
their holy sleep has been distrurbed
Keep a pack of rubbers
For everyday that goes by I ask why
months and you haven't met any of
Nine bean rows will I have there,
>From Compton boy, and this is what I give em.
I've sung a lot of songs
I told my other partner exactly where we kept tha
I love to watch her dance and I like to watch her