Bad Boy, we ain't gon' stop. . Now with Sean on the hot track, melt like it's hot wax. Put it out, all the stores, bet you could shop that. (That's right).
[Carl Thomas] (Faith Evans). Uh, oh, oh yeah. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh yeah. (Emotional). . I always dreamed that everything would be okay. With me and you, but I was wrong.
Here's one for the diamonds in the dark. (California Daze). And all the people in the park. (Never feels the same). Especially for the amblers in the gloom.
Christmas is coming. it's been a long year. i'm still in the same place. we're still over here. go down to the market. get lost in the crowd. go home to my records.
You can see the lies in those real big eyes. Got the finger tattooed on her inner thigh. Shell tell you to jump, shell make you say, "How high". Want to have a good time, dont have to ask her twice.
I remember what seems like yesterday. Couldn't hear your voice but I knew you were there. You were always listening, listening, to every word I'd say.
You better check yourself. (Check yourself). Before you check on me. (Check on me). . Check the 217. (Rejoicing). Come one, the family. (Unity). Come one, the family.
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Darlin' don't you go and cut your hair. Do you think it's gonna make him change?. "I'm just a boy with a new haircut". And that's a pretty nice haircut.
So much for destiny,. A pin prick on my knee,. The frost you paint. across our dead affair.. I sensed the toxic aura. from the second we touched,. You were stitched up venom.
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