cara es un asco tu amor te doy un consejo ve y pidele a dios te pase la cuenta y una explicacion (coro) tu apariencia es un fraude tu envoltura muy
la cara es un asco tu amor te doy un consejo ve y pidele a dios te pase la cuenta y una explicacion (coro) tu apariencia es un fraude tu envoltura muy
Theodore Bikel: Ladies and gentlemen! Chorus: 200 motels Theodore Bikel: 200 motels . . . Life on the road! Theodore Bikel: Ladies and gentlemen! and
feels great as he takes all the jokes you create And he'll steal them with all of your lines Everybody thinks he's the greatest You know he's just a fraud
Right now I'm here slow dancing with a real bad chick, and she's getting real frisky... Right now I'm at the bar buying some fruity little drink cause
Huh, huh, huh, huh, Huh, huh, huh, huh, Huh, huh, huh, huh, Huh, huh, huh, huh, The good girl in me done gone, Ring the bell - she ain't home (she ain
Huh, huh, huh, huh, Huh, huh, huh, huh, Huh, huh, huh, huh, Huh, huh, huh, huh, The good girl in me is all gone, Ring the bell - she ain't home (she
Now I lay me down to cheat On the woman, I love so And if I die between these sheets I pray to God, she'll never know She's the best thing in his life
A bit to late, to try to turn back now Make things right, now, lights shine on me A big flight light in the stars Until the day comes, were lost, in my
this salvo" White collar fraud We're calling you out White collar fraud A back stabber without a doubt White collar fraud You don't intimidate us no more White collar fraud
From the album "100 Wayz," coming summer 2008: Intro: PHARRELL Cheat on ya man, ma, that's how ya get ah-izz-ead. Cheat, cheat, cheat, cheat on ya
How do I say this? Baby I'm sorry but I cheated And I don't know what the fuck is wrong with me Check it out Baby girl, I know I used to do some mill
I get violent when I'm fucked up I get silent when I'm drugged up Want excitement, don't get none, I go wild I don't know what can be done about it If
Chorus: [Lloyd] Gon turn of yo phonegirl and if he ask ya, tell him you was wit ya homegirl and the music was blastin tonight thell be no issues no commitments
Chorus: [Lloyd] Gon turn of yo phonegirl and if he ask ya, tell him you was wit ya homegirl and the music was blastin tonight thell be no issues no
I've only heard one in a million words. One of a thousand lives that should have never been lost. In easy answers, in liars we trust. There are no victims
One, two, three, go I've got an ego It won't let me go And what am I gonna do? A B C D Paranoia's killing me I'm dying on my aching feet What a way to
