Vertaling: Knipperen en de Pan. Gratis Spel.
Vertaling: Knipperen en de Pan. Sociale Narcotics.
and so I caught her in the driveway And she cried to me so I cried too And my stomach was soakin' wet, she only 5'2 And forty-eight hours was all before
to sing a backwash soul Like a fryin' pan when the fire's gone Drivin' my pig while the bands takin' pictures in the grass And my radio's smashed And
[Intro:] Eyy Konvict Akon and Paul Wall on fire (she's hot hott) [Chorus:] This girl is on fire (She's hot hott) She's on fire (She's hot hott) She
mignons by the pound Round baby, Fat and gettin' down baby No need to fit in fancy clothes now Hey get the Camera crews off my grounds! Call me flash in the pan
See the soul singer in the session band Shredded to ribbons beneath a microphone stand Felt the quickness of pity like a flash in a pan For the soul singer
' off the wizard of oz Wrap a lizard in gauze, beat you in the jaws with it Grab the scissors and saws And cut out your livers gizzards and balls Throw
burned your soul. The Beatles, just a flash in the pan Their rock would never roll. They said no man would ever fly, But Wright proved them wrong. And
shit we overcame made it through the falme and never got cremated I made it to the fame and never got too jaded all them other couples we f-ck with, secretly hated flash
' with Kast and Clue Now Calhoun with a 'matic means Shake and get tragic Ma brother So what you gon' do It's the deal pushing flash pan The big deal
no Excuse me miss I couldn't help but to notice how alone you are I dig the attitude and how you acting like you own the bar Got me flashing keys and
and all you gave me was a smile Well, I cried for you, now it's your turn to cry awhile I don't carry dead weight, I'm no flash in the pan Alright, I
Everyday is like a set up race And the world is still a lonely place To be or not to be is this the final quiz A flash in the pan goodbye Still shooting
' moves, routines, how to be the best performer Eyeballin', standin' tall and steady, yes y'all'n Vocation, what yo facin', claimin' it's your call and
-strings fluttering like bats through chapel rafters. On entering a clearing I did sense impending peril, beheld a Gypsy wench with flashing eyes bright, sharp and
deceive You're just a flash in the pan Evil, to take you for a ride Then try to damage all you've got Pure scum and headed for a fall Karma will catch
s night and I remember it well A city boy thought he had a story to tell He had a turbo charged flash in the pan He walked up to Joey and said Hey, I
