Припев: Юля тянется к булю, Татьяна к баяну, А я просто пьяный, пьяный! Юля тянется к булю, Татьяна к баяну, А я просто пьяный, пьяный! Ура, бухара,
I make them good girls go bad I make them good girls go Good girls go baaaad Good girls go baaaad I know your type (Your type) You’re daddy’s little
Somehow I sit here, and I think about it Who needs love, for I've been without it When I met you, I didn't wanna let you in But you did something to me
Boy, I had a good girl but im a bad boy I noticed all the qualities when it was too late My name too bate And people chat my name I couldn’t hide it It
I caused a major war, just by talking You flew into a rage, 'cos that's everything you know Childhood of violence, filled with heartage I flew into a
I make them good girls go bad I make them good girls go Good girls go bad, good girls go bad I know your type, you're daddy's little girl Just take a
I woke up in Atlanta No, it was St. Louie, Missou Still wearing the T-shirt I slept in I'm still thinkin' 'bout you If ever I needed Miami Beach It
I've got all I need more, A good girl! [Chorus:] I just hope that you're a good girl, Because you surely look fine to me! I really hope that you're a
Ummm... Yeahh... You're not exactly the guy I can bring home to my mama But what she don't know won't hurt her You're so controlling, so demanding, like
I like tight jeans, dark shades When I walk the ground shakes, boom Like an 808, boom You appreciate my lean body, nice shape Wanna take me on a date
UP. DOWN. SIT. ROLL OVER. COME HERE. SHAKE. BANG. BANG. PLAY DEAD, GOOD GIRL. (repeat)
Yeah, ok, I wanna know, will I ever fall in love Are all the good girls taken off? off, off I need, a diamond, the streets and the sheets I need some
She wanna be with a G, like me, rockstar fresh nigga, still street, concrete, III. i give it to her backseat, her jeep, cant see, cant peep, windows
Why do good girls (What, what, what?) Like bad guys? Hey yo boo, why do good girls like bad guys? Knowin that bad guys tell mad lies? And why do dog
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Jesse called her best friend Jenny Said, "We're goin' out tonight Gonna chase the moon right out of the sky" "We're gonna drink Boone's Farm Like we
All of my friends tell me that I am the good girl Yes they do They all see me as me being so perfect Little miss goody two shoes If I do something a little
Well, good girls don't stay for breakfast 'Cause they know that it's in poor taste And good girls won't blow your evenings With a small talkin' chit chat
