Woman make your waste line roll. Woman make your waste line roll. Gal, you're too bad and gal you're too bold. Hand inna di air, I get out of control.
I've done everything as you say. I've followed your rules without question. I thought it would help me see things clearly. But instead of helping me to see.
Drums in the night give me a sign. I hear the sound of war. That is echoing through the streets. . I can feel. Cold metal steel. . The rhythm of death.
With her high heel against the wall. Kind of dancing, though not at all. She had stockings running up to her thighs. Snaps her fingers to keep the time.
I'm a burning village. I can't control myself. Like a free bird floating. I'm never askin' for help. . My purple robes disgrace. Drawn into their black embrace.
Let's go to the mall! What I want, what I want What you want, what you want. What we want, what we want More, More, More, More Out of control. buy me some.
Drums in the night give me a sign. I hear the sound of war. That is echoing through the streets. . I can feel. Cold metal steel. . The rhythm of death.
Well situated from beginning but I'm ending appalled. Live to tell overrated short stories of the lady you loved. Once upon a time fairy-tales took hold.