и влажных приветствий. Казанова, Казанова, Зови меня так. Мне нравится слово. В этом городе женщин, Ищущих старость, Мне нужна его кровь, Нужна его жалость. Казанова, Казанова
Eh! Pourquoi elle appelle? Peut etre elle se souvient de moi J'm'attendais a tout sauf a ca, la lune se change en soleil Je fais la courte echelle a
Camminava verso Venezia Casanova, come un gabbiano a sera torna al nido, fra le ombre profumate di donne mai dimenticate, lo accompagnava verso casa lo
Oh, oh, oh You better take it from me. That boy is like a disease. You run and you try and you're trying to hide and you're wondering why you can't
(feat. Justin Timberlake) It's 11 o'clock and the last time that we talked he said he's busy and he'd call me but he never called me back (no) and now
Let me tell you 'bout that jive type that jive type Casanova Brown I met him at a party He said the sweetest things when he hit on me Wrapped up
Cheap words falling out of your teeth Rolling off your tongue, like candy He heard, she heard, you heard me once I won't say it again, now we're just
The girl's perfection inspires affection It's queer that here he can't cast his spell in her direction Somewhere near One senses fear Casanova
Fuck you. I want to know how it feels that I'm the best you could ever have, So tell me when you lose your nerve. So what'd you go looking for and why
You're heading south for the border. This is the site of the murder. This is the end, this is the end. Cause this is the day your life is gonna change
You better take it from me That boy is like a disease You run and you try and you're tryin' to hide And you're wondering why you can't get free He's
One, two, we don't stop Come on, come on, we won't stop We won't stop, you don't stop You already know that I am the man And I'm always right and never
[R.A. the Rugged Man] Yo, yo I'm the headliner, the first white pornographic rhymer Banned local bar fighter Hide your kids, pedophiler Lowlifer, advise
My baby's fine, he always keeps me guessing But never keeps me guessing about his love He's had more girls than Howard Hughes had money And you may think
Let me tell you 'bout that jive type That jive type Casanova brown I met him at a party He said the sweetest things when he hit on me Wrapped up in his
Casting me plaster It's dry today Can't spell disaster Can't spot the taste And I don't understand This movie of the week Counting underhand It happens
Dark sexy skin, my passion begins You're the center of my obsession Watching you dance in your leather pants My eyes see a true perfection And I'm hypnotized
