Сотни дорог и огни городов далеких стран, Я не видел никогда, слушай, Я хотел узнать их лучше. Но я встретил тебя, хоть и не верил в тебя. Ты просто
Fol-la-la-lala Fol-la-la-lala Follow me, follow me Fol-la-la-lala Follow me, follow me, Fol-la-la-lala Fol-la-la-lala (Down, down, down down, ...) (Oh
Nice legs, Daisy Dukes, Makes a man go (whistles), That's the way they all come through like (whistles), Low-cut, see-through shirts that make ya (whistles
I say, Three babies in the backseat singin' to you, Hey Dj, won't you play that song for me, And my hom-- and my homies all singin' to it, 3oh...3oh!3
anymore, Punk bitch, And I just want you to know that we datin' mad models and poppin' mad bottles tonight, Punk bitch Whoa whoa oh, Punk bitch, Whoa whoa oh, Punk bitch, Whoa whoa oh
Oh I see ya ya photofinnish When they see them glimmerin they buy em Oh i see ya ya photofinnish Getting women like we hire em Oh I see ya ya photofinnish
I'm not your boyfriend, baby, I ain't your cute little sex toy, I'm not your lion or your tiger, Won't be your nasty little boy, I'm not your boyfriend
Oh God, God, she's really done it now, Coked up, her body's all spun around, Oh yeah, yeah, she's really done it, And seein' her just isn't something
, bass bat, Bitches on the dick, give 'em 3oh!3, Poppin' motherfuckers like 'you know me' Shining in the club with the goatee, Rollin' on the dubs like an OG. Get them hands cracking in the 3oh
and I ain't fucking scared of him. She wants to touch me (Woah), She wants to love me (Woah), She'll never leave me (Woah, woah, oh, oh), Don't trust
And if i had something to say to you i'd whisper it softly, Kiss you on your rosey lips and never let you off me. Shiver on your roof and see your face
em out Purebred (Purebred) Got 'em with the nice coat Your head (Your head) When I get them at the right throat Dig deep (dig deep) Shock collars on their necks You fuck with 3OH
Windows down Pedal to the sneakers Turn up the volume Blow up the speakers Best clothes on Goin down on fire Turn the lights off Turn the music higher
G-g-girl I gotta know How you dance like that D-d-dance like that You dance like that Cause you’re puttin’ on a show Can I take you back? Take you back
You can say it all And I can bite my tongue Cause it would take all week To tell you where I'm from I know what your about Why don't you close your mouth
She stopped me in the doorway She kissed me on the lips I dont even know her That's just the way it is That's just the way it is Then she touched
This town used to be a pretty place to stay A place to stop up on the highway But all of those things changed on a day You packed up your bags And you
Flash, flash, television Give me a new religion Fast, fast laser beams Dreams of robotic screens Dance, dance while you can This is your last chance
