and seize the sorry blackened bones of trees In the dead of winter when the silent snowbirds come You're my sweet maple sugar, honey, hot buttered rum
that love could be real And the things I see in your eyes I know, I know I can hold Give me your hot-buttered soul Give me your hot-buttered soul Can
and seize The sorry blackened bones of trees In the dead of winter when the silent snowbirds come You're my sweet maple sugar, honey, hot buttered rum
Traduction: John Fogerty. Rhum chaud au beurre.
: (Jimmy Webb) By the time I get to Phoenix she'll be rising She'll find the note I left hangin' on her door She'll laugh when she reads the part that
: (Isaac Hayes, Alvertis Isbell) I wanna come back Coz I like it like that Your modus operandi Is really all right, out of sight Your sweet phalanges
: (Burt Bacharach, Hal David) If you see me walkin' down the street And I start to cry each time we meet Walk on by, walk on by Make believe that you
(Burt Bacharach, Hal David) If you see me walkin' down the street And I start to cry each time we meet Walk on by, walk on by Make believe that you
(Jimmy Webb) By the time I get to Phoenix she'll be rising She'll find the note I left hangin' on her door She'll laugh when she reads the part that
(Isaac Hayes, Alvertis Isbell) I wanna come back Coz I like it like that Your modus operandi Is really all right, out of sight Your sweet phalanges
down and seize The sorry blackened bones of trees In the dead of winter when the silent snowbirds come You're my sweet maple sugar, honey, hot buttered
sticks me like shots Funky like farts, connect tongues like dots Lick his lollipop, this kid named Scott Me my hot self, my self be so hot Touch my hot
from me Don't know how I let things go, you see Don't know why it took a sudden turn Didn't seem to be a big concern And everything is all too much Hot
used to chase money, now I have it brought Cause you can only chase something that you haven?t caught If there?s a summertime in hell, it?s not as hot
it baby YMCMB all muthafucking day [Verse 3: T-Pain] Last but not least I'm too cold to have hot rhymes Jamaican bitches in my room doing the hot wine
bet a million she say the rockstar with her Yeah, lets hit Sunset before the sun sets She ask what's next, well, baby I love sex Rough sex, Wild sex, hot
, we can pack it up and split Let's go, forget Motel 6, we can go to the Mariot I see it in her eyes, man a girl getting very hot I'm packing like a 357
shake, shake, shake a lil' somethin' That's the way Yeaaaah That's the way You go girl! [Verse 1: Brother Marquis] Bitch, I wanna see you shake it Bend on over, butt
