On a beach, North Africa Nine tribesmen stand alone Waiting for a distant call Waiting for the world to answer Thru' the night of a thousand stars Encircled
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I've been tusslin' in my bed Not with her, but now the pillow instead Do I got to beg and plead For no woman to make love to me Just a wee bit of her
The butterfly sailed on the breeze Past a field of barbed wire trees Where golden dragons chased around Pampered poppies on the ground Two silver trout
Ahh, don't get nine, nine, nine, you only get one chance don't get nine, don't get nine, nine, nine you only get, only get, only get... Ahhh x2 Tulisa
Uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah homeboy Two gangstas, whattup Smut Peddlers? My man, Milo, yeah, yeah, yeah Whattup Ruckus? We gangstas, yeah Niggaz don't know me
I?ve got to have all your love, both night and day Oh yes we do Not just a little part, from all your heart Yes you do child Ninety-nine and a half just
Well, this nine pound hammer is a little too heavy For my size, honey for my size I'm goin' on the mountain, gonna see my baby And I ain't comin' back
Floatin' on a sea of mystery A driftaround came unknown But that China wind keeps callin' me It knows where I wanna go Oh China, I can hear you call
Oh, yeah, if you got a guilty conscience There's no need to get depressed Won't you drop in anytime Come in and get it off of your chest It's a shame
You lay by my side in the still of the night Let morning bring forth, all that's wondrous, wondrous to light You could have made it, made it more plain
Yeah, you know my blood is red And ooh, child my skin is pure white, yeah And I don't pull no punches If some fool wants to fight 'Cause the kid ain'
Keep on a rockin', keep on a rockin' Keep on a rock 'n' roll's gonna never die I was born in the fifties I was loud and electric Didn't I turn you on
Well, the moon sucked up the ocean tide As Christians knelt close by her side Ooh and others who were left behind Silver lights, in my eyes Silver lights
Have you heard the news It's all over town If you ain't heard it boys You better sit down I got the story here It's hot off the press Brace yourself
I take my card and I stand in line To make a buck I work overtime Dear Sir letters keep coming in the mail I work my back till it's racked with pain The
She says she wants to see me She's tired of stayin in She says she wants some rockin' Shes got the right man I'm gonna take her ridin' Out past the
So you're a little bit older and a lot less bolder Than you used to be So you used to shake 'em down But now you stop and think about your dignity So