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Les pecheurs de perles - Au fond du temple saint Songtext
von Georges Bizet

Les pecheurs de perles - Au fond du temple saint Songtext

Am I the only one who thinks a bit of soul is nice
Some women suck it from you like the poltergeist
Cause I can tell the time of day without a diamond on my wrist,
I give a about your rolly′s price
I like em bold, and I'll roll the dice
Cause I been crushing on all these crunchy granola types
I′m over being over it and women on a mission got my heart melting like polar ice
I might
Be looking for a little bit of Bay
A little San Francisco in these women in LA
Ashe
Nothing I can say
And if you're being fake
You should be walking away
I don't play babe
Don′t give a damn how low your earings hang
Your favorite brand, I don′t needa hear it, dang
Cause Everybody's born nekked and maybe later I′ll be licking on your Gucci
And you, rubbing my Vera Wang


Sooner or later you'll figure out it′s a hard world
You could get stronger doing arm curls
But this is a stickup and I'm coming saying break yourself, better gimme that heart girl
Just put it in the bag
And if I give it back
Don′t put it in the trash
Cause I been looking for a partner with a passion saying
Don't recycle
Don't recycle me
But in this economy
I don′t really think it′s cute for you to flaunt your property
What about some modesty
That'd be a shock to me
Cause the only time you walk on the block is on a shopping spree
Mother-eff that song and dance
Baby girl there′s not a chance
Not unless you wanna grab a coffee in pajama pants
We'll be looking like we just rolled out of bed together
All we really need is you and me

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