style La, les filles font la file. On est ne nu, et on est mort vetu (bis) Si la pudeur se montre Tu peux cacher ta honte Il ne faut que s'habiller C'est
Aye, aye Chris Aye, man You know, it's been a long time since we hooked up man And did something real, you know Something for 'em, for 'em ladies, you
This is the moment ! This is the day When I send all my doubts and demons On their way ! Every endeavor I have made - ever - Is coming into play. Is
Limbo cool, limbo fine Ev'rybody gets a chance Clap your hands it's party time Do the limbo dance Let's go on a holiday (let's go to jamaica) Fly in
I am an arms dealer Fitting you with weapons in the form of words And I don't really care which side wins As long as the room keeps singing That's just
You want it you need it I got it cause this is how its goin down you want you need it I got it They call me mr. negativity call it how I see yes I'm
Went around the way for you Did all those things you asked me to I thought it was the perfect day To see just open love to say It doesn't mean a thing
I've been laying low Living in the shadows Spending time alone Conversations with the wall Hanging on I'm just trying to matter And I remain Trying to
Just make it clap, just make it clap Ay yo we about to take everybody from every street And throw a party in the Grand Canyon, come on! Ah ha, yeah yeah
Day and night, I find myself Trying to figure out a way to make this work somehow But my emotions always get in the way Of what I really mean to say And
Saw her at Go kissing girls, what a shock I said you must be an artist She muttered her reply, I was judging her friend As the DJ played a dead jam No
All of my thoughts are from a foreign host Now I feel just like a ghost Now I feel just like a ghost Now I feel just like a ghost Now I feel just like
I got dolls with silk and sashes then I tore Out their eyelashes Mom would wonder if I was evil when I'd Covet my brother's Kenievel Christmas time is
She ain't, she ain't you No, she ain't, she ain't you No, she ain't, she ain't you No, she ain't, she ain't you You make it hard for me to see somebody
There's something about lightnin up a marlboro red That nicotine rush into my head And a taste of southern comfort on my lips Tells me I aint ready to
I walk a hard line winding road Don't really know where it's gonna go Seems like trouble's my best friend Soon as I get out I'm back in again It's a wonder
Well he ain't broke yet but he's sho' nuff bendin' (Ain't broke, ain't broke) Well he ain't broke yet but he's sho' nuff bendin' (Ain't broke, ain't broke
