Hey! Everytime I try to go in alone I get shut down, Locked up and held captive in the clutches of my down We go back, we go forth, We go back I'm sick
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Callin' my river to let her know I'ma be on my way Missin' how the river flow even though It's only been a couple of days 'Cause it be raining and complaining
[Verse 1:] Lady lemme tell ya how dis gon go See I'm a pick you up around eight And baby immma take you for a ride you ain't never seen before And you
(konishi) Translators: San-gatsu no aru hi Kumori-zora no ohiru sugi 'record' kai ni futari-kiri de 'drive' 'sun-glass' kaketa Kimi wa boku no 'driver
When I get home from work Wanna wrap myself around you I wanna take you and squeeze you Till the passion starts to rise I wanna take you to heaven That
The telephone is ringing You got me on the run I'm driving in my car now Anticipating fun I'm driving right up to you, babe I guess that you couldn't
Billion dollar baby Rubber little lady, slicker than a weasel Grimy as an alley, loves me like no other lover Billion dollar baby I got you in the dime
Hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey Hey stupid Hey bro, take it slow You ain't livin' in a video You're flying low with a high velocity No doubt, you
Lines form on my face and hands Lines form from the ups and downs Well, I'm in the middle without any plans I'm a boy and I'm a man I'm eighteen And
I can't get a girl, 'cause I ain't got a car I can't get a car, 'cause I ain't got a job I can't get a job, 'cause I ain't got a car So I'm looking for
You took a first-class trip to Paris You danced in the streets of Spain You followed the sun to Rio de Janeiro 'Cause you got so sick and tired of the
Somebody saw you at the station You had your suitcase in your hand You didn't give no information You walked off with another man I'm always standing
I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing 'Til they got a hold of me I opened doors for little old ladies I helped the blind to see I got no friends 'cause
One, two One, two, three Alright Now dig this trash, baby You don't care about me I don't care about that I got a new fool I like it like that
Your a cruel device Your blood, like ice One look, could kill My pain, your thrill I wanna love you but I better not touch (Don't touch) I wanna hold
Man got his woman to take his seed He got the power, oh, she got the need She spends her life through pleasing up her man She feeds him dinner or anything
Well, we got no choice All the girls and boys Makin' all that noise 'Cause they found new toys Well, we can't salute ya Can't find a flag If that don
