Andrew WK - Take it off
Tekst :
Gotta get ready to go
cos it s time again
we know (we are the ones)
who do it numb again
Just thought (who you are)
You better get ready again
Cos mister what-do-ya-got!
You ve got to break out again!
We get along
(Take it off!)
We get along
(Take it off!)
Forever and Ever!
Forever and Ever!
Take it off!
We know when you re hittin the rack
We know we go back
We know what you do in the sack
Cos you, you never look back!
We know when you re hittin the rack
We know we go back
We know what you do in the sack
Cos you, you never look back!
You got it all wrong!
You re back and running again
and now what do you got?
You ve got that break out again!
We get along
(Take it off!)
We get along
(Take it off!)
Forever and Ever!
Forever and Ever!
Take it off!
Inne utwory
Free jumps Fun night Never let down Your rules I love NYC Girls own love Girls own juice The end of our lives Got to do it She is beautiful Ready to die Long live the party The song We want fun Victory strikes again Party till you puke Losowe utwory
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Panowie, panie zmysłowe granie
Przesłanie tworzy z Firmy klan
Byki nastawione na track owanie
Na nic czekanie, pierdolnij w banię
To zadanie jest wskazane
Dziś w programie na to pytanie
Majstra mistrza Firmy przesłanie
Wjeżdżam do klubu już od progu widzę wiele pań
Lecz policji sekcja i selekcja chce zniszczyć wieczoru plan
Podobno ze mnie cham, bo...
We never loose our heads
always know what to do
no we never loose our heads
always know what to do to be true
tonight we fly away
from every day by day
pass through the walls and hide behind
till we find it s all over
but we never...
TIME GOES BY
I CRY IF I TURN AND LOOK BEHIND
A SOUL FLIES A MAN DIES
OH, WHY?
TIME GOES BY
I CRY IF I TURN AND LOOK BEHIND
A SOUL FLIES A MAN DIES
OH, WHY?
...
(a-wa) O kodwa u zo-nge li-sa namhlange
(a-wa a-wa) Si-bona kwenze ka kanjani
(a-wa a-wa) Amanto mbazane ayeza
She s a rich girl
She don t try to hide it
Diamonds on the soles of her shoes
He s a poor boy
Empty as a pocket
Empty as...
My daddy was the family bassman
My mamma was an engineer
And I was born one dark gray morn
With music coming in my ears
In my ears.
They call me Baby Driver
And once upon a pair of wheels
Hit the road and I`m gone ah
What`s my...