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Buy album CD: Other Songs 3 - W
I lost my heart on a monday
And i´m still ripped off and passed out
Too much alcohol and weed shot my ass out
One of these girlies made my day for real
And i´ve got to tell you a little sum about the way that i feel
I don´t know how old she was but it doesn´t matter
I know that they do it better
No older woman can do it the way they do
Fukk "more experience" when they choose you
I just cannot explain why these girlies always hit me like an a-train
With their buttersoft skin and their curly hair
They try to look innocent,but they are always up to sin
L- y - n
They knock you out at the drop of the dime
First eye contact... yo that´s the moment when you wanna die
But when you take a look downsouth
You´ll see a hell of a body on the way to blast your eyes out.
Drinking brew after school , kissing ex-friends girlfriends
Hands always where this skirt ends
They wanna make you hot, no doubt!
And you wanna take a shot, no doubt!
Wicked games that´s the way how they wanna play
Naughty thoughts and a surprise under their shorts
At any given time she wants to do you, screw you
Use and abuse you like she´s always used to
Yo! you can run but you cannot hide
You´re a two-second-brother when your hips collide
You know who we´re talking about, no doubt!
The little young nastees, no doubt!
L- y - n
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