Chorus:. My style on Fleek (Fleek, Fleek). I know you tryna fuck with me. My style on Fleek (Fleek, Fleek). Can't get enough of me. My style on Fleek (Fleek, Fleek).
She had to get the pimp. She couldn't make it on her own. She had to get the pimp. She couldn't make it on her own. . She had to get the pimp. She couldn't make it on her own.
Sooty's all grown up he's not a puppet anymore. He's interested in getting pissed and passing out on the floor, Oi!. He glassed Basil Brush with a bottle of stout.
Skippy's all grown up he's not a joey anymore. He's interested in getting pissed and passing out on the floor, Oi!. He glassed Mat Hammond with a bottle of stout.
I met her at the 'Sailor Arms'. A bar down by the docks. Full of prostitutes and deviants. And fellows wearing frocks. Went there to drown my sorrow. My misery and paaaiiiiaaaiiiiaan.
SpongeBob is the best. He is the bomb. He almost exploded into pieces from the pie. Every time Squidward says something really rude. SpongeBob really likes it too.
I gotcha comin' around the world. . Another hit, 365 and more. Steadily, it moves. Under the headlight, the big bright and shiny eye. But it makes no sense, what is there to say?.
Born in a world we don't wanted. Born under real bad signs. Born in the name of destruction. With a dysfunctional life. Live in a world full of hate. Live for the truth to remain.
I remember every place and everytime. That I have sung for family and friends. And the words have their reason and their rhyme. When all the voices there are joining in.
Every night. I have the strangest dreams. Runnin' through my head. And every night. I have the strangest feelin'. I ain't in my bed. . It's always the same.
I've been looking 'round and this is what I found. there's not one of us. who wants to be somebody else. we would trade places, even trade faces. but when it comes to the heart.
I see you after midnight. When the moonlight mirrors in my eyes. And I do what I like. And I do what is right. Slowly come alive. . We dance with the shadows.
Was later that night when I got the news. I couldn't believe what was true. . Heard somebody say that you drove that night. An ice cold road, your last ride.
My eyes just drink you in. And I always feel so much. I'm contemplating sin. And you know I'm losing touch. Everything is moving fast. I know that this must end.
I was tempted. Like a desperate child. Sent out in the world to taste it. . It was colder than steel. Frozen in fields. Emptied by the turning of pages.
I drive with Lemmy down Woodland Hills. You know it's feeling good, it's overkill. We're smoking, drinking, singing to 'Snakebite Love'. We're joking, laughing, man, I can't get enough.
Nothing that I do, it seems, is ever enough. And I've been working overtime. Spending half my life trying to figure you out. When maybe its a long good bye.
Don't rescue me. When I play with with fire. Don't need to know. Is this desire?. . We hold back words. Our eyes just give away. Deny the past. We've come to radiate.
Tonight, gonna hunt you down. Pulling me through that open door. Inhibitions dissipate. Now my mind's disintegrated. . Regrets beckon like they did before.