a woman's world For this man's girl There ain't a woman in this world Not a woman or a girl That can't deliver love In a man's world I've born and I
sene, boul ma guiss madi re nga fokni mane Khamouma li neka thi sama souf ak thi guinaw Beugouma kouma khol oaldine yaw li neka si yaw Mo ne si man,
A bit of friendly beastiality With the stockings that I tied you up so easily As the widow breaks the window pain Puts the hand in to the till to get
I wasn't born, born to stay Thought that I'd buy you A golden ring, golden ring for your finger Yeah, a golden ring for your finger, um I was a woman
You fed the fire all my letters like you fed me French fries And in my dead mouth lies the taste That's like the look in your dead eyes Don't give me
Luck has been on your side, boy And life is what you made it As you've done what you can do People say, people say that your the only one Time keeps
Everything, anything I see Anything, everything I feel Everyday, anytime I know Anything everyone has to go Champagne lingers in my glass Party's over
Sporting hot jeans [Incomprehensible] Hard black soil called the chernozem Driving uptown with some per diems Won't somebody check the hem Falling down
Into the morning Got me through the night I've seen the light I see the light I live of what I need I've got greed I've been a sinner for as long as I
the rules I've come up hard, baby but now I'm fine In checking trouble sugar, moving down the line I've come up hard, baby, but that's okay 'Cause Trouble Man
I love the way you walk I love the way you talk With your mouthful The way you park on the sidewalk The way you are in your car I'll make you love the
by the rules I've come up hard baby But now I'm fine. In checking trouble sugar Moving down the line I've come up hard baby But that's ok 'Coz trouble man
Перевод: Нене Черри. Проблема человека.
A bit of friendly beastiality With the stockings that I tied you up so easily As the window breaks the window pain Puts the hand in to the till to get
sene, boul ma guiss madi re nga fokni mane Khamouma li neka thi sama souf ak thi guinaw Beugouma kouma khol oaldine yaw li neka si yaw mo ne si man,
Everything, anything I see Anything, everything I feel Everyday anytime I know Anything everyone has to go Champagne lingers in my glass The party's
You fed the fire all my letters Like you fed me french fries And in my dead mouth Lies the taste that's like the Look in your dead eyes Don't give me
