You were my sun, you were my earth But you didn't know all the ways I loved you, no So you took a chance and made other plans But I bet you didn't think
Put you to bed, bed, bed Put you to bed, bed, bed Girl, change into that Victoria Secret thing that I like Alright, okay, tonight you're having me your
Complicated Understanding what you can achieve Under-rated The one to win One who believes If I go away Would you follow me To that special place of
from our traps You won't see me turn my back With my head against my stack Spinning deep and broken open skin Official iron man you are free Champions officially
I was on my way to the disco You know the club, Maseo was rocking rub that night Midnight to four, name at the door But the whole crew I can get in as
Dance with me, come on dance with me baby Dance with me, come on dance with me baby Dance with me, come on dance with me baby Dance with me, come on dance
Yo, this girl called me, heard the De La Said I'm back in style y'know? You need to stop I declare that only live niggaz rap this year Jam's off the
we lettin' you know I'm in a Certified rhyme meadow for days If you ask Mercenary 'bout this shit, it pays Hitting Willie Mays style out the park Mastering in this Art that's Official
[Official lyrics from the programme of the theatrical production of I Am Curious, Orange from the Kings Theatre in Edinburgh; contributed by Fiona Armstrong
stick it to the mailman reading is a problem see you all suntanned only with the ray bans take that to the man you call the chair pissing on a wet wall
free us from our traps You won't see me turn my back With my head against my stack Spitting teeth and breaking open skin Official Ironmen, you are free Champions officially
be like so official uh huh. Your official ohh woah yeah yeahhh. Shwaty you be like so official uh huh. Your official yeah, ye-yeah so, so official yeah
more) Say you will be mi-i-ine And I will be yours Oh Jessica, Oh won't you be My girlfriend, officially Oh Jessica, Oh won't you be My girlfriend, officially
What would you do If you were asked to give up your dreams for freedom What would you do If asked to make the ultimate sacrifice Would you think about
America America America, Fuck Yeah! Comin' again to save the motherfuckin' day, Yeah America, Fuck Yeah! Freedom is the only way, Yeah Terrorists,
Everyone has AIDs! AIDs AIDs AIDs! AIDs AIDs AIDs AIDs AIDs AIDs! Everyone has AIDs! And so this is the end of our story And everyone is dead from AIDs
Ay payita mia Guardate la poesia Guardate la alegria pa'ti (Ay dame dame damelo) No pido que todos los dias sean de sol No pido que todos los viernes
[this song is an instrumental, with a few samples...] Chelsea, in their new second strip; red socks, red shorts, and red and white hoop shirts - er,