Knock, knock, you bring such a shudder Talk, talk and try not to stutter Chameleon changing its color The world lost out to the number Composed of cold
Knock, knock you bring such a shudder Talk, talk and try not to stutter Chameleon changing its colour The world lost out to the number Composed of cold
Vertaling: Pretty Girls Make Graves. The Number.
make you want to go and bust your gat again But if you got a problem grab a pen, write a letter And send it to the Outlawz, we'll try to make it better
Can you find me soft asylum? I can't make it anymore The man is at the door Peppermint, miniskirts, chocolate candy Champion sax and a girl named Sandy
move your ass slow like Matrix You make me wanna toss chips in Vegas Before I toss chips first, get naked I can't fake it, girl you got the club shut
old house with a big apple tree With a swing for the kid and a hammock for me. (The mood is broken as a number of GIRLS, dressed as the harem from 'Samson
move your ass slow like Matrix You make me wanna toss chips in Vegas Before I toss chips first, get naked I can't fake it Girl, you got the club shut
Yo-Yo Grave Digger what you know, Delinare Paso Gripping grain with Wild Wayne, DJ Ro and Nino Me and Tron in the Hummer, balling for the summer Independent cat, putting up Outkast numbers
Nothing else to do but smoke Now I'm numb with a lump in my throat I'm scoffed up Constipated with pain Hating the rain We all get wet And pretty
goes in his trench coat and them clothes again, Baby make us some french toast and show us some skin. I'll show you every inch girls of my foreskin, Show
in his trench coat and them clothes again, Baby make us some french toast and show us some skin. I'll show you every inch girls of my foreskin, Show me
