I'm looking for a girl who has no face She has no name or number And so, I search within his lonely place Knowing that I won't find her Well, I can't
Перевод: Движения. Нет лица, без имени, без Количество.
(Winwood/Capaldi) I'm looking for a girl who has no face She has no name, or number And so I search within his lonely place Knowing that I won't find
on and write me up for 125 Post my face Wanted dead or alive Take my license and all that jive I can't drive 55 Oh No Huh So I sign my name on number
love, expert in the bedwork corridor Man see a touches her, man you'll feel sorry for Hustlers, bubblers, jugglers, sufferers All wanna know what her name and phone number
up for one twenty five Post my face, wanted dead or alive Take my license, all that jive I can't drive fifty five Oh no! Uh! So I signed my name on number
kill me because I make millions That's weak like gangstas that hide behind children Novocain the game, no shame, no feelings, no names No numbers, naw
inside it (No more daddy's little girl) I need her, I'll eat her Do anything to please her My ghetto queen of Sheba Got your name and your number in
guns Had to watch my back when I shit and piss, niggaz busting nuts at ceo's Leaving maternals frisked, faces derenched, buck 50 smile Your face get
Codeine was forced in your drink You had a Navy Green salamander fiend, fuck she never heard you scream You two-faces, scum of the slum, I got your whole body numb
who lives with her own 3 children in the main lodge of the underwood Upon finding that the girls have no names she (?) them Eva and Lynn, names, which
sound? Now it's up to you Depending on how you wanna get down Cause you're a big girl now [Chorus] [Verse 2] Got your name and your number in my cell
make millions (that's weak!) That's weak like gangstas that hide behind children (hahaha, yeah!) Novocain the game, no shame No feelings, no names, no numbers
? Now it's up to you Depending on how you wanna get down Cause you're a big girl now [Chorus] [Verse 2] Got your name and your number in my cell phone
-love, expert in the bedwork corridor Man see a touches her, man you'll feel sorry for Hustlers, bubblers, jugglers, sufferers All wanna know what her name and phone number
