la la la la........ Well she said I know but I just cant tell Everything you've just been saying Lucy was there aswell in the dark The kids in the band
backseat He said you?ve been stealing my best moves now for days I could?ve killed you in so many different ways But you?re so funny and I kinda like your band
bitches drove my car down broadway, big switches been through Queens with 50 and Lambourghins drove through texas in a brand new lexus G.S shit, the best shit, i mess
Dans l'enceinte Sacro-sainte Quel emoi Quelle affaire Oui, ma chere Croyez-moi La frivole Fleur qui vole Arrive en Contrebande Des plat's-bandes Du couvent
in giro per la strada o a registrare con i pro, io faccio tutto, tutto quello in cui credo io mangio tutto, tutto quello che vedo la mia banda suona
Smith either, There would only be tight jeans, tight suits and black sneakers. No Tango hats either, no bandana headdress, no TV's in the headrest Who would be a big mess
All press is good press kids So if you wanna see us gone Then I suggest you keep our name out of your headlines Unless you wanna mess that is Your best
I keep a light in the window Dark band on my heart Some days are better than others Mostly I'm falling apart I keep his picture beside me I see the dream
limit Nobody's gonna slow me down Like a wheel, gonna spin it Nobody's gonna mess me round Hey Satan, payed my dues Playing in a rocking band Hey Momma
, but are you talkin to me? I can't hear you with a mouth full of pig's feet Thy shouldn't eat the swine flesh Your body is a mess, but you're blessed
the preacherman But are you talkin' to me I can't hear you with a mouth full of pig's feet If I should need the swine flesh Your body is a mess, but you
Hey you all look out let a man come in I got to have fun I'm gonna do my thing Way over yonder can you dig that mess The sister standing out there dressed
You're invited, whoa To San Disco Reggaefornia, whoa You come alive in, whoa And leave your troubles at the door You know when our time band is messing