could shut my playboy mouth, oh oh oh-oh How'd I turn my shirt inside out? Inside outright Control your poison babe, roses have thorns they say And we're all
I'll give it to you Your world is my world (Your world) And my fight is your fight (My fight) My breath is your breath And your heart (and now I've got
friends That's money on my mind, Wale Get 'em all, get 'em all, pack it all up Stack up your funds like a million bucks Across the pond, they all know
sasete Motto take me all over your world So you can keep your mouth shut Put - put - put your hands up Put - put - put your hands up Make it bump bump bump! Put your
your name Feel all the wonder Lifting your dreams You can fly Fly to who you are Climb upon your star When you believe You'll find your wings Fly to
you so fast Your fuckin' head'll spin, dog I split your cabbage and your lettuce and olives, I'll fuckin' So I pick the world up And I'ma drop it on your
describe but I'll try, I love you this big So much bigger than I'll ever dream, my heart ever needs, I love you this big, and I'd write your name
now So go lover, make mama proud And when we're done I don't wanna feel my legs And when we're done I just wanna feel your hands all over me, baby
yeah" All right now, baby, it's all right now All right now, baby, it's all right now All right now, baby, it's all right now, yeah (All right now,
by Will you call my name? When you walk away Or will you walk away? Will you walk on by? Come on, call my name Will you all my name? I say La, la,
. Hear them scream your name. I would like to introduce Mr. Sensitive. Woah, oh, he'll never let the words get the best of him. Take all the stones
rock your world (Yeah!) I'm checking your body It's looking right (Eh!) Boy I can tell that you go all night (Yeah!) Sweet boy, I just wanna be your
it down?) It's the, it's the, it's The Cataracs She's hot on a rainy day Don't drown Call me up I can save you now Lick your feet and kiss your mouth
's play the blame game, I love you more Let's play the blame game for sure Let's call out names, names, I hate you more Let's call out names, names, for
rhythm of the rails is all they feel Singing, ?Good morning, America, how are you? Don't you know me? I'm your native son I'm the train they call the
and clear- All the words we (don't) want to hear ! At the touch of your hand- At the sound of your voice- At the moment your eyes meet mine- I
name Hillary The next president to lead the way Well, it just might be yourself one day Then the press will distort everything you say So jump in your