ilk chocolate girl, chocoholic wrapped in foil I'm a milk chocolate girl it ain't pure but that's my world Milk chocolate girl, I'm a chocoholic wrapped
Come on let's go down Everybody's waiting for us down at the ghost town Bill Bailey said he'd be around If Mrs. G. Robinson would just put that bad Havana
Come the morning, I'll be far from here Slowly rising in another sphere Old world goodbye 'Cause I'll be home in the sky in the morning, bye bye Stars
Yesterday I was on the edge Hopin' everything was going to work itself out A good honest man doing the work of God Trying to make things better for him
They used to call Him Jesus, long time ago They're still calling Him Jesus, don't you know? They crossed the wood and hanged Him a long time ago They
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If not tonight This is the strangest feeling Something I can't control Do I play the fool for you If not tonight Waiting forever Just to see your
Ein Leutnant muss flott sein! Das bin ich. Muss kühn wie ein Gott sein! Das bin ich. Im Kampf nicht entrinnen! Gewinn ich gewinn ich. Ein Leutnant
Chocolate, chocolate Kings of Kumbia, Kumbia Kings Koo, koo Presentando mi manito PeeWee Venga Chocolate Cema to piel como es el rayo de sol Pinta tu
We all fall down... we all fall down We all fall down like chocolate soldiers Do you like to rumble Or do you like to ball Spew your meat out onto the
Yeah.. You know, 1990 begins a new decade And since I got paid and blew up like a live grenade It's been a three, four year stretch And I'd just like
[common] Cold-blooded, cold-blooded, hard-core Rough and rugged, rugged and raw For you and your-your, for you and your You got the c to the, huh - cold
Yo, I don't know what was on y'all niggaz birds To go up to the boat, and start robbin' old folks Now see you done messed with the wrong old lady You
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The revolution will not be televised The revolution is here Yeah, it's Common Sense, with DJ Premier We gonna help y'all see clear It's real hip-hop music
Frank zappa (guitar) Lowell george (guiro, vocals) Roy estrada (bass, vocals) Don preston (keyboards, electronics) Buzz gardner (trumpet) Ian underwood
I bought my girlfriend a chocolate pope 'Cause she seems to be at the end of her rope Italian candy with SWISS chocolate flavor Such a delicious, delicious
Like chocolate on your mind, oh baby Like chocolate on your mind, oh yes Like chocolate on your mind, oh baby Like chocolate on your mind Feel me, taste