you do is hurt me and think that everything is fine You better be careful what you say to me 'Cause it might turn around on you You better be careful
Traduction: Éclat. Be Careful.
do is hurt me And think that everything is fine [1] You better be careful what you say to me Cuz it might turn around on you You better be careful
a golden sky, you my sparkle flying high My vibration start to rhyme and it chimes with loves direction Now, I'm traveling my cares unraveling, flying
I'm eager to be Your man legally wed, your love's keeping me fed This is easily said, so you can lead or be led If you care to be down cause ain't nobody
but give her love You may not be a rich man but you don't need wealth or fame Just show her that you really care and she'll love you just the same Promise
dream alone Come out, come out Show your sparkling eyes and part the clouds What's in, all this for me? Why should a stranger care? The sky would be
never be for you be careful of the things that you do say now you've got plenty but the plenty could be few, be few, be few, be few...etc yeh, I said
right here Bounce in the club like it's a new year You get to drink up like a million men And it would be okay (we don't care) Where we can do it all
Everytime you need me You know I will be there You know I really care Say you will Say you dare An inner feeling comes around Let it sparkle and let
I care I realized and saw its light in the night I was beside a sparkling source of life but sometimes I still saw my death behind her smile I'll be
always been black And my hair I tried it all I even went flat Had a gummy curled on top and all that crap (o oh) Just tryin to be appreciated Nappy headed
.M.P Bizkit is right here. People in the house put them hands in the air, Cause if you don't care, then we don't care. See I ain't givin' a fuck, quit
gentlemen, what is all the hubbub about? (Carlos Santana!) That's right I see bitches-is enjoyin my sparkling wine (We certainly are) Well be careful
whisper say, A curse is on her if she stay To look down to Camelot. She knows not what the curse may be, And so she weaveth steadily, And little other care
