Did you bury the carnival Lions and all Excuse me while I sharpen my nails And just who are you this time? You look rather tired (Who drinks from your shoe) Are you
Traduction: Waits, Tom. Qui êtes-vous.
you bury the carnival Lions and all Excuse me while I sharpen my nails And just who are you this time? You look rather tired (Who drinks from your shoe) Are you
you But girl, they can make a perfume from the scent of you I wanna take you there, feel like June in December too So what you think about Cancun till
you but girl they can make a perfume from the scent of you I wanna take you away for like June and December to so what you think about cancun till
to destroy you [bzzzt] And there's a million of us just like me who cuss like me; who just don't give a fuck like me who dress like me; walk, talk and
to destroy you And there's a million of us just like me Who cuss like me; who just don't give a fuck like me Who dress like me; walk, talk and act like
a, here's a guy who really wants to be in the dance contest aw-reety, aw-righty, hey. Okay.. " BUTCH: "You are great, man-you are great. You are the
stand up. There you go, you are standing up. Yes, some of you are not standing up, but you won't have as much fun as the ones who are standing up. Okay
: You mean, you wear clothes when you . . . ? Don: These clothes! These are the clothes . . . Phyllis: These are the clothes that you . . . ? Don: Right
dog shit out of Nazis You claim you want to put in work Plotting to blow up a church See you devils are all the same You'll gun down a congregation in
mother warned you about me It's the nigga you love to hate Yo, you ain't doing nothing pops for the brothers What you got to say for yourself? You
evening [Verse 1] Thank you, Thank you, Thank you You're far too kind Hold you're applause This is your song not mines Thank you, thank you, thank you
