A fool there was And he made his prayer To light that glare, pucks that getter And girls to fit her to care But this fool that was Had suddenly found
I love you, Samantha And my love will never die Remember, Samantha I'm a one gal guy Together, Samantha We could ride a star and ride it high Remember
Easy come, easy go That's the way if love must have its day As it came Let it go No remorse, no regret We should part Exactly as we met Easy come, easy
Sand in my shoes, sand from Havana Calling me to that ever so heavenly shore Calling me back to you once more Dreams in the night, dreams of Havana Dreams
sweetest and the shortest story told Short and sweet were those good old songs of yesterday Short and sweet Lord was the warm and tender love she gave to me Short
Chorus: Baby let me love you down I'm comin over (All the way down) Have on your bra top And some boy shorts (4 x's) (That's what I texted) Verse 1:
[Chorus:] Baby let me love you down I'm comin over (All the way down) Have on your bra top And some boy shorts [x4] (That's what I texted) [Verse
[Chorus:] Baby let me love you down I'm comin over (All the way down) Have on your bra top And some boy shorts [x4] (That's what I texted) [Verse 1:]
Traduction: Bobby Bare. Court et doux.
Traduction: Valentino, Bobby. Boy Shorts.
[Chorus:] Baby let me love you down I'm comin over (All the way down) Have on your bra top And some boy shorts [x4] (That's what I texted) [Verse 1
: [Chorus:] Baby let me love you down I'm comin over (All the way down) Have on your bra top And some boy shorts [x4] (That's what I texted) [Verse
shorts from falling guess I can't help beeing horney it's so appaling tryin' piss in the toilet when it's flying up my arm Nd I even got a name for it, I called it bobby
Smack that, oooh. Smack that, all on the floor, Smack that, give me some more, Smack that, 'till you get sore, Smack that, oooh. [Bobby Creek:] Bobby
, just look Closer than a miser or the bloodhounds to Liza Me and my shadow We're closer than smog when it clings to L.A. We're closer than Bobby is
guns, guns Guns all over the club We in V.I.P. strapped, security know that 25 deep, guns up under the throwback That new R. Kelly shit sound like Bobby
a samurai, stronger than a Maitai. Or a Tsunama... I mean Tsunami I rock it from MTV, to the BBC. Radioactive waves short out your TV LESB check