Backyard Babies - Babylon
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Livin´on the road is so much-a-fun Boy,you is ugly and your girlfriend needs a man We were sittin´ in our car in a traffic jam And some guy screams, 200 bucks a gram!
Shut up! No we won´t shut up We´re just babblin´ on and on Babylon, babblin´ on and on Pussycat shut up!
Pussycat shut up!
You wake up late for school and you don´t wanna go You ask your mom, please, but she still says no Went outside, said, your place not mine Chop `em out, baby, `cause I need another line!
Shut up! No we won´t shut up We´re just babblin´ on and on Babylon, babblin´ on and on Caught in Bel Air with Chippy and Biffy And someone says, hey guys, you want some sniffy?
On the trigger was a punch and we put a spanish fly Biffy´s without spot and Chippy´s on my thigh Shut up! No we won´t shut up
We´re just babblin´ on and on Babylon, babblin´ on and on Pussycat shut up! Pussycat shut up! Pussycat shut up! You boys, you´re disgusting Shut up! Yeah, shut the fuck up...
Inne utwory
Losowe utwory
This is the life
In another life
You might have been a genius
In another life
You might have been a star
In another life
Your face might have been perfect
In another life
You d drive a better car
In another life
All...
You might have been a genius
In another life
You might have been a star
In another life
Your face might have been perfect
In another life
You d drive a better car
In another life
All...
Make me feel
Yeah, oh you make me feel.
You make me feel good inside.
You look into my eyes.
I always try to hide my tears,
but you always see my cries,
always see my cries.
Just one kiss on my lips
and this love...
You make me feel good inside.
You look into my eyes.
I always try to hide my tears,
but you always see my cries,
always see my cries.
Just one kiss on my lips
and this love...
Rats in the cellar
Goin under - rats are in the cellar
goin under - skin is turnin yella
nose is runny - losin my connection
losin money - gettin no affection
New York City blues
east side, west side blues
throw...
goin under - skin is turnin yella
nose is runny - losin my connection
losin money - gettin no affection
New York City blues
east side, west side blues
throw...
Statue by my phone
Saturday night I stayed home waiting
Sunday I thought she might call
I don t go out, I don t go nowhere
I m like a statue by my telephone
Maybe she s looking for my number
Maybe she s looking for it everywhere
She could break this spell I m under
I could come to life...
Sunday I thought she might call
I don t go out, I don t go nowhere
I m like a statue by my telephone
Maybe she s looking for my number
Maybe she s looking for it everywhere
She could break this spell I m under
I could come to life...
Nie pamiętam
Dobrze jest
Kiedy pamięć czasem zawodzi
Zwłaszcza gdy wspomnienia złe
A takie mnie nachodzą
Myśli moje mącą i sprawiają że
Nie pamiętać chcę
Nie pamiętam
Jak tu przyszedłeś
A pamiętam
Jak stąd odszedłeś
Nie pamiętam
Słów powitania
A pamiętam
Te pożegnania
Nie chcę już
Nie chcę dłużej...
Kiedy pamięć czasem zawodzi
Zwłaszcza gdy wspomnienia złe
A takie mnie nachodzą
Myśli moje mącą i sprawiają że
Nie pamiętać chcę
Nie pamiętam
Jak tu przyszedłeś
A pamiętam
Jak stąd odszedłeś
Nie pamiętam
Słów powitania
A pamiętam
Te pożegnania
Nie chcę już
Nie chcę dłużej...