Rip down up and down The night kept coming in There was nothing I could do To stop your suffering Well it hardly does you fair Headlines made from potty chairs So rip down up and down The night kept coming in Last chance buddy, your last chance No re-runs,...
Lire la suiteWell it's a dopey mopey Doop-de-boop civilian time It's all mine And it's a dopey mopey Doop-de-boop civilian time It's all mine Crinkum crankum Turn them up and spank thems fine Razor keen and good again Schemes, if you know what I mean (ooh) Things...
Lire la suiteMiss 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...
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