what you wrote That shit isn't true I am a fly on the wall Of a bachelorette's ball I see your bluff and i'm gonna call Yes, i sing the blues
Traduction: Some Girls. Chanteuse de blues.
Guatemala Some say, "Bash, you the shit" In Spanish, I'm the dada It's the million dollar Mexi, the mack, God he done bless me Girls wanna caress me,
the colored girls sing Give me money, give me money, give me money, give me money And no one sings the blues Everyone sings the greens Some will say
helped him drink his wine Oh he always had some mighty fine wine yeah Joy to the World all the boys and girls now joy to the fish's in the deep blue
BE HARD TO BELIEVE BUT GIRL YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE I NEED IT MAY BE HARD ALONG THE WAY IT'S THIS FEELING I GET WHEN BLUE SKIES TURN TO GREY FEELS LIKE I
I wish I was in a band. Being a solo singer makes me blue So if you want to join my band here's what I can offer you. We'd be called Throat Culture and
your girls having drinks at the bar i say i'm buying you declining i think that's kinda' bizarre! independent with the demeanor of an rnb singer make
It, Back it, back it, back it up Come a little bit closer to me (back it up) Don't it feel a little nicer to me (back it up) (ok...back it up...blue
can't show they girls what i'ma let 'em see, let 'em see I'm leaning on all these lil bustas with some money (yea) I take they girl and I'm like usher
the Courvoisier) We gon' tell that brotha (Pass the Courvoisier) Everybody sing it now {Pass the Courvoisier} Everybody sing it now {Pass the Courvoisier} Waah oooooooooooo oh!! {P. Did} Girl
waiting for We're crossing the golden gate Party at the frisco bay [Chorus] Wake me up in San Francisco We knew the power is in your head, girl Party everywhere, girl
I?ll fly off into the blue Some night I see the world with its winds and its whirls And I feel undefeated But every day I see the girl with the strawberry
wreck my fun cos when I pay for my ticket I won?t curse and despise no i?ll run into the girl with the slinky blue eyes then my list of one thousand