and seize the sorry blackened bones of trees In the dead of winter when the silent snowbirds come You're my sweet maple sugar, honey, hot buttered rum
that love could be real And the things I see in your eyes I know, I know I can hold Give me your hot-buttered soul Give me your hot-buttered soul Can
and seize The sorry blackened bones of trees In the dead of winter when the silent snowbirds come You're my sweet maple sugar, honey, hot buttered rum
Перевод: Джон Фогерти. Горячие Buttered Ром.
: (Jimmy Webb) By the time I get to Phoenix she'll be rising She'll find the note I left hangin' on her door She'll laugh when she reads the part that
: (Isaac Hayes, Alvertis Isbell) I wanna come back Coz I like it like that Your modus operandi Is really all right, out of sight Your sweet phalanges
: (Burt Bacharach, Hal David) If you see me walkin' down the street And I start to cry each time we meet Walk on by, walk on by Make believe that you
(Burt Bacharach, Hal David) If you see me walkin' down the street And I start to cry each time we meet Walk on by, walk on by Make believe that you
(Jimmy Webb) By the time I get to Phoenix she'll be rising She'll find the note I left hangin' on her door She'll laugh when she reads the part that
(Isaac Hayes, Alvertis Isbell) I wanna come back Coz I like it like that Your modus operandi Is really all right, out of sight Your sweet phalanges
down and seize The sorry blackened bones of trees In the dead of winter when the silent snowbirds come You're my sweet maple sugar, honey, hot buttered
shitting diarrhea of the mouth Till your speakers crap out [fart] "Ohp, What?" Girl you got a hot butt like a lit cigarette "Chik-Chigarette" But you won't get a hot
t fuck with me Man my cold days, they called me chef boy are 50 Check my logic, smokers don't like C's in their weed shit Send me to C's hot grown
from me Don't know how I let things go, you see Don't know why it took a sudden turn Didn't seem to be a big concern And everything is all too much Hot
haven I'm crazy crazy crazy I rise to the occasion Cuz raising's my occupation Shouts outs to my Haitians my Asians and my Caucasians La sina senorita es muy caliente (I miss all my hot
me bruh Yea.. [imitating the beat] This sound like Frankenstein's baby, yea [Verse One] Busta Rhymes! You know we live and in color (color) Shit butter hot
you, we can pack it up and split Let's go, forget Motel 6, we can go to the Mariot I see it in her eyes, man a girl getting very hot I'm packing like
I came right through the smoke I was smoking hot Catch my fever lets burn up the floor I need to know, how to get into you Baby im liking your butt
