Hot hot Hot hot Hot hot girl, hot girl, hot girl, hot girl She's a hot hot girl (girl), hot girl, hot girl, hot hot She's a hot hot girl, hot girl
I've got a fire in my belly I'm gonna take it and get it on telly And tell the whole world how I feel about you Cause I've been wrong so many times This
Just listen, don't do it, pay attention, here we go Ahh, pleasant day in Egypt, I say Say, what is this? A tisket, a tasket I wonder what's in that basket
Schatten im Blick Dein Lachen ist gemacht Deine Gedanken sind nicht mehr bei mir Du streichelst mich mechanisch Völlig steril Eiskalte Hände
Up to my ears In bitter tears. Can't believe I've sunk this low As I walk the plankton Inner sanctum. Got outta Dodge, Sailed on a bon-less Bon voyage
Rub your tummy, just like this Rub it all day long! Rub your tummy, rub it hard While we sing our song Rub, rub, rubba, rub Rub, rub, rubba, rub Rub,
Six pack, some people like thighs Four pack, some people like backs Six pack, some people like booty Four pack, ain't nothin' wrong with that Six pack
Shots go by Right in the heart Bare skin, showered and glazed Strut across the living blaze And gasoline Striking the match As it blows She grows her
So go but be kind you have luck on your side born into a family with food in their bellies and a car for them to drive People sleeping on the concrete
When you got butterflies in your stomach And a desert in your mouth Your body's signifying It wants a way out Cause you're scared that you might mess
When I think of your hands sliding down my back When I think of your sweat on my skin And your moist breath whispering in my ear I ... I ... i I get sick
This old man I've talked about Broke his own heart poured it in the ground Big red tree grew up and out Throws up its leaves, spins round and round
Yeaaa Uh uh, Uh uh, Uh uh, uhhh Keisha where you at baby Uh uh, Uh uh, Uh uh, uhhh Lets go I just wanna get to know you, I just wanna get to know you
As I'm watching the world turn, I go nuts, get sick to my stomach and throw up, this that flow up, economy slow up, poor people die while the rich get
She wears her dress high As high as she pulls her hat down low She's seeking out the places Those other people can't go And hold her And touched by the
They tried to starve me, To stop my heartbeat, I thought they had my back, I thought they used to watch me, now, What they did, they made my heart freeze
Hey bitchery, you stole enough from me I gotta go, I gotta go home now In this misery, you've had enough of me I gotta go, I gotta go home now Where