bra, in their little panties that their boyfriend saw I put it in their mini skirt and up their thigh Deep, deep girls, I wanna make you cry I move it in and
' down Shit's real fucked up You know the house down the street Where the kids are And every day They seem to have a new scar Something strange is going on And
couture Come on and take me higher Runway on fire, fashion gods inspire Lose control, inhibitions run wild Get on the floor in your best couture Come on and
hip, cheek, cheek to cheek Without you girl the future?s bleak Hip, hip to hip, cheek, cheek to cheek I want you by my side Hip, hip to hip, cheek, cheek
your white sheets I miss the scratch of your unshaved face on my cheek And this is so hard 'cause I didn't see That you were the love of my life and
gun, i come through, put that pressure on them wear that smith & wesson on them damn it i came i cop ?see a lot six shot body rock and they drop burning
baby, keep the light on So let's take it as we go Lay in the green grass, watch it grow Let's dance close, nice and slow Cheek to cheek and toe to toe
In the ghetto with a drop Rolls Royce They say keep at one hundred, I ain't got no choice (I can't help it) Always Big Bang, I'm so trill and you ain
out this house and let you live Tears stream down both of my cheeks, then I let you go and just give And before I put that gun to my temple, I told you this And
'all don't smoke the sour diesel like us You don't go to Pop and get ya flour cheaper than us Knock it off in three hours and repeat it like us And repeat
loyal, my habits became lavish Dreams of new n devis Pub deals and known mastives And my home boys, aid my conditions I made ? managers, execs and assistance And
on the back of your hands, Wash them in the bathroom to drink like the bands, And the set list (set list), you stole off the stage, Had red and purple
what?) Make Princess Ke$ha look fine Add a little pinch of magic to my fairytale life And off we go, oh-oh-oh-oh Look in the mirror rub my eyes and
eyes Could lead to my demise That face, that face, that marvelous face I never should begin Those cheeks, that neck, that chin Will surely do me in I must be smart and
top hat and a cane I wanna be a producer And drive those chorus girls insane I wanna be a producer And sleep until half-past two I wanna be a producer
parking lot And you get in your car and you drive real far And you drive all night and then you see a light And it comes right down and lands on the
' me so mellow, nobody can get through And when he had to do your lovin', smilin' keeps us cheek, good god Walk away and twist your hip, make sure you keep him weak And
what you got to do T.C.B. so mellow, and nobody can get through And when he asks you do you love him, smile and kiss his cheek Good God Walk away and