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Brazilian Girls Talk To La Bomb

him alone! Talk to the bomb To the bomb in its shell Talk to the bomb Will we go to hell? It has never been easy Talk to the bomb To the bomb. Man on

Ils etaient les proprietaires de la zone A Des mechants, oui, des durs Ici ils faisaient la loi Elle parcontre une jeune fille Avec une grande foi En

Never met a German Never even seen one Read it on the newsstand that day That the tanks are rolling Next thing I remember is that I?m walking in the

do you think it?s wrong? Take my hand Don't bother with cliches I'm your man Girl: Who am i to you tonight? Look at me 'Don't talk' he says: ?Just let

Better start crying over my dead body Life without a ride just dont feel the same Come up short You?re on teh streets of NYC They hung my friend smiling

Piling up at the pool - Pile up at the pool Peeing into the ocean Lalallalallala (Passing out in the disco) Peeling off. Losing at the casino Drinking

him alone! Talk to the bomb To the bomb in its shell Talk to the bomb Will we go to hell? It has never been easy Talk to the bomb To the bomb. Man