around the bar like a fucked up star Tell me, is it true that heroin illuminates the dark? Wasn't that you last night at the gay bar Get your things
Traduction: Everclear. ? (Le Chant Gay Bar).
his mother Told what to do, miming to a tape While a team of experts make sure you're looking great Taking a limo to your own private bar My God
you watchin me posted up at the bar We can leave the club and git it right We can do it all night long have you singing Baby this my song, it's a number
going to hell always had to take it one step further you couldn?t just pray nope?s had to shove it down peoples throats like gay blokes like that Basement Jaxx song
Party night to night alright you can come on in You're good skinny jeans come on in Tight shirt come on in Ah that new rock n roll gay look, yea you're
the stars I see how you watchin' me posted up at the bar We can leave the club and get it right We can do it all night long Have you singing baby, this my song
[Bouncer:] Party night to night alright you can come on in You're good skinny jeans come on in Tight shirt come on in Ah that new rock n roll gay look
by his mother Told what to do, miming to a tape While a team of experts make sure you're looking great Taking a limo to your own private bar My God,
lovely? feed her rum of rays And ice cream, shower her with diamond rings and money 23 hours a day I study Dreamin about beautiful women I hate you gay
noon Stood up and tried to focus I hoped I wouldn't have to look far I knew I could use a bloody Mary So I stumbled next door to the bar And now I
say but hey iv got this far i know i might as well quit now i aint gon br a star im gon drive a 1870 tempo shit whouldnt even get to the bar but IF
sound of your voice sends shivers up my spine And at the slightest touch we're in love You and me and the moon In a cool gay bar where the people are
My relative of a little gangbang flavor You save a bullet flavor of a mothafuckin gangsta In some powder blue Marvin Gay'das I'm buying the bar tonight
there was smoke on the water a little fire in the sky if i hear that song one more time i'll stick a fork right in my eye another round and a pickled
I wrote this song, my wife hates it, which makes it a lot more promiseing im gunna sing it He's a... Gay factory, worker from the south, He'll take
retirement He go at me I hit him asap Take that Get shot up like a cap gun at a race track (Boom) He's probably from the part of the Bay that the gay'
