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Adams O S

This is a man's world, this is a man's world But it wouldn't be nothing without a woman or a girl You know, man made a car to take us over the road Man

, "Come on, let's go" We're going home there's nothing more to say He starts to move, she starts to play I need a body, why not you? He's a woman, she

make your night What's a fella gotta do To spend a little time with you? What's a fella gotta do To spend a little time with you? What's a fella gotta

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Il portait des culottes, des bottes de moto Un blouson de cuir noir avec un aigle sur le dos Sa moto qui partait comme un boulet de canon Semait la terreur

in the sky) H-o-s-t-y-l-e (The bread winners, the money getters) Those them types that fuck with me (Let's get this m-o-n-e-y) H-o-s-t-y-l-e (The Henny

if you're unkind You're reminding me of me As the bicycle race gathers speed, gathers pace And you feel that you're going too fast There's a word to

man She's a girl and I'm a man, she's a girl and I'm a man She's a girl and I'm a man, she's a girl She's gotta be the stupidest girl, I've ever seen

how you doing you're the best part of my day that's when i knew the reason just why you set me free oh i guess he's not the man i used to be he