Hahaha. . Yo its dat left field.thinkin out the box. never thought it would happen.never though we could do it. jim jonsin...... pitbull. . Hey you girl you turning me on (the way she sex).
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She has to leave. She has to go. The fastest way. Is by trism. Steps off the curb. Stella Corona hopes for the best. To be home by sunset. Gotta be home by sunset.
Endless distance. Wildlife and stars. Blanket the night. You lying beside me, darling. Eyes wide open. While the wide arc of the globe is turning. We feel it moving through the dark.
Turn your watch, turn your watch back,. about a hundred thousand years.. A hundred thousand years.. . I'll meet you by the third pyramid. I'll meet you by the third pyramid.
Oh, wo, oh, nip it in the bud. No, wo, oh, nip it in the bud. Oh, wo, oh, I say "Froze you". No, wo, oh, nothin' I can do. . Can't, oh oh, can't give it in ho, oh, oh, woah.
My body's burnin' like a lava from Mauna Loa. My heart's crackin' like a Krakatoa. Krakatoa, east of Java, molten bodies, fiery lava. . Fire, fire, burnin' bright.
She's the wildest hon in the wild kingdom. She's the wildest thang to float down. Well there's alligators and razorbacks,. But I don't care, I like to go down tubin' with you, Junebug.
Brrrr!. All right. Bum bum-Bum bum (in combinations). Ooo baby!. What?. How about givin' me some of that good stuff. Well.... . Here it 'tis. Here it 'tis.
B-52's, The. B-52's Wild Planet. Give Me Back My Man. She cuts her hair. And calls his name.. Wishin' everything could be the same,. Like when she had him..
Girl from Ipanema goes to Greenland. Girl from Ipanema goes to Greenland. . Witch-doctors are screaming. Nymphs are dreaming. This girl's lost someone.
It's one of those lazy days. I've got nothing to do. Let the wind blow around my head. Let a cloud be my bed. . When the blues whomp you up. By the side of the head.
Your brain is an ever changing kaleidoscope of moods and colours. We walk in the park but it's melting in the dark. All of a sudden your mood changes and your face looks like a cake left out in the rain.
Gyrate it till you had your fill. Just like a pneumatic drill. Don't let it go down the drain. Ya better hop on the cosmic wagontrain!. . Cosmic! Cosmic!.
Flying saucers could land. And it wouldn't make much difference to my man. I could walk aboard and thank the Lord. And we'll leave this damn town in seconds flat.
Call it bad. My bad, my bad influence. Call it bad. My bad, my bad influence. . Call it bad. My bad, my bad influence. Call it bad. My bad, my bad influence.