White teeth, white teeth Talent is rugged determination Skill is a little more dull Genius buggers straight conversation Makes sure that it's ass is
Traduction: The Beautiful South. White Teeth.
defeat, I'm just tryin to get by while smokin on some Trees It's a beautiful day when you see the sunshine, it's a beautiful day to relax your mind,
(Heaton/Rotheray) There's a boy with a brace across his teeth White socks, tattooed underneath Bus tickets crunched up in his palm Stood there he's
body The smell of your blood breathing And its taste in the sea in the south shining my feet Till it seemed as if they were made of dew With pearls of huge beauty
, don't accept defeat I'm just tryin' to get by while smokin' on some trees It's a beautiful day when you see the sunshine It's a beautiful day to relax
Cleaving, pounding forsty waves Heading for the south A three-master manned with buccaneers Scourges of the new world Recognize no law Brotherhood of
