hey ya, little baby crow, you're looking kind of mean I think I oughta spit before you start letting off your steam For sure And hey there, little sexy
goes like... And, as the band plays their little song, MRS. BORG (who keeps her son, SY, in the closet with the vacuum cleaner) screams out the window... MRS
will know, whoa, whoa, whoa Oh bless you please, Mrs. Robinson, heaven holds a place for those who pray Hey, hey, hey (hey, hey, hey; hey, hey, hey)
no tomorrow. I nuked this on the S900 cause I couldn't fford a 1100. I'm-a start this one a little something like this. Here we go. Hey yo people you
blackjack bones Mrs. Jones oh Mrs. Jones Your poor little doggy won't leave me alone Mrs. Jones please Mrs. Jones My virus is raging it's breaking my bones Mrs. Jones please Mrs
so fast When I see real love at last it's past That ain't gonna happen to me I can hear my conscience rapping to me It's like "Hey, you've only got one
Hey bonsoir Mr Blues... bonsoir Mr Cafard Bonsoir vieille compagne Mrs araignee noire Je ne vous avais pas sonne je preferes pas trop vous voir Mais
Hey still staring little girl, are you looking at or past me? Worry; Simple symptoms won't leave you this underweight or red in the eyes No more rules
Then on the way the music blasts We hittin' the street he lets off the gas But just before my house appears He pulls over, whispers in my ear Hey lil
Hey baby, Mrs. Cold Acting so tough, didn't know you had it in you so be hurt at all You waited too long You should've hook me, before I put my raincoat
Je veux vivre le grand frisson, etre l'heroine de ta propre fiction. Hey J'veux etre Jackie pas Maryline, un peu Mrs Smith et j'veux prendre le risque
you was lookin for me... [Chorus:] Hey Mr. Carter (hello) Tell me where have you been (ha ha you kno) They been asking They been searchin They been wondering why (I kno) Hey
(feat. Bobby Valentino) Hey... Hey... Yeah Hey... Yeahh Hey, Hey, Hey (Valentino) Woo, Woo, Wooo... (Yeah, Yeahh)... Yea, Yea, Yeaa (Yeah, Yeahh) Woo
it. That ass for weezy baby. & at my station, we have sex oriantation, when i hit, she squint, like them orian asians. I do me, I say hey mrs. chung lee
Hey you Mrs I dont know what the fuck your name is Im drawn to you somethings magnetic here If I could approach you or even get close to the scent that
T'es l'arche perdue et je suis Indiana Jones On va se rouler par terre ambiance Rolling stones Et en fond sonore tu pourras jouer Mrs Jones Gal,
ladies with their uptown coats Come down here to get laid It's a boring macho trip And I'm the type that facinates Hey, Mrs Pamela Brown, how's the
won't, You think you're cooler than me. You got designer shades, Just to hide your face and You wear them around like, You're cooler than me. And you never say hey