just my type Be my baby, have my child If you wanna get bolder then you gotta get better If you wanna get hotter then you got to get smarter If you wanna get bolder
just my type Be my baby, have my child If you wanna get bolder Well then you gotta get better If you wanna get harder Then you gotta get smarter If you wanna get bolder
Traduction: Danko Jones. Mon amour est en gras.
I love your black dress, your red lips, your long legs, your high heels I love your thigh-high boots, your snake skin one-piece suit Yeah you really
mine I'd meet her half way If I were you And maybe her love can follow me home 'Cause I'm weak and at home And damn this heart And damn these feelings And damn my
My mama raised a devil child Now mama's got a good reason to cry I walk along the old dirt road Not allot in my pocket but a pocket of soul My papa
woman's touch a little too much Too many good looking girls I wanna ask you all out What's every good lookin' girl doing tonight 'Cause I'm free and I've got my
I'm walking on You find another pretty boy to turn you on I got my name on the line My eyes on the prize Let me tell you who I am You wanna know my name
my type Be my baby, have my child If you wanna get bolder Well then you gotta get better If you wanna get harder Then you gotta get smarter If you wanna get bolder
