Miss Thing, what you got to say? we saw a honey just the other day A wild cat, a loud shirt a-thinking up stuff just to different Wah-la-ba-loomba Wah-la-ba-loomba Wah-la-ba-loomba Wah-la-ba-loom Only one to love him up right She was the only one to love...
Lire la suiteBang bang you're dead Did not, did too Stop diddy-bopping buddy Bouncing Betty on you Bang bang you're dead Did not, did too Stop diddy-bopping buddy Bouncing Betty on you I try to tell you but you just don't understand You've got my entire life in your...
Lire la suiteJust stay out of my face And get out of this place Stop pulling my string If you want a nice face Boy None so dumb as spoken word Things like "girls be seen not heard" And when she fights you back Don't call her Amazon (Amazon) Be very quiet, Nothing...
Lire la suiteGive me your hand here is mine Better in the open It's showtime let's call the tune He's her baby boy Navel to neck Give me your mouth I want to kiss you Something deep inside me waits You're giving up your daughters But perfection is so dull He's her...
Lire la suiteLay him down inside the car Boston en route, not too far Down another bleak highway Soothes the morning pain away Lay him down inside the car Boston en route, not too far Down another bleak highway Soothes the morning pain away What had passed the night...
Lire la suiteWhat do you wear in bed? Some headphones on my head What do you like to hold? My breath, she said What do you wear in bed? Some headphones on my head What do you like to hold? My breath, she said (He's a playboy) Hi there, haven't I seen you somewhere...
Lire la suiteBoots... Kitty, Kitty! Pussycat's going to London Looking for love and for fame I wish somebody had told her City folks ain't the same Pussycat carries a postcard Won't the big city be nice That's the place with the action She's gonna have her a slice...
Lire la suiteI cannot speak of what I feel And yet I feel so much I know that woman's arms can heal me Like an angel's touch She says she likes the accent She thinks it's so polite I think she's gonna like it more When we're alone tonight She cannot speak of what...
Lire la suiteI don't go to much on names No, I don't go to much on names When there's Spanish games You can play if you want to Always try to look our best, frills and Spanish dress When we want to She can be my matador, chase me round the floor When she wants to...
Lire la suiteA word from her is worth ten from me Her main concern is honesty She beat the selfishness right out of me Wild eyed child, she's my Libertine My only books were women's looks And the more I read, the less I said She wanted to search inside me To find...
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