in Hell For her? Don't you have someone you'd die for? Don't you have someone you'd die for? Don't you have someone you'd die for? Don't you have someone
you have a sister? Would your lay your body Down on the tracks for her? Stand on one tiptoe In hell for her? Don't you have someone You'd die for?
Übersetzung: Bauch. Someone To Die For.
jet black ebony queen And who could tell she would get pregnant at an early age She didn't listen, had sex Watch her belly raise (hey) Got violated by someone
it like this (repeat 2 more times) bet you can?t bet you can?t ya-ya ya ya rock the casper, rock the dancer I want pu-nannies someone give me belly dancer who got the answer? for
So give us room to do our thing Cuz we ain't come to hurt no one (one) So everybody come on get up on the floor Right now and grab someone (one) *1st
move it, you make my pee pee go Doing, doing, doing The way she moves she's like a belly dancer She's shaking that ass to that new nelly jam, I Think someones
other way? You're weightless, you are exotic You need something for which to care Saying meanwhile can't we look the other way? Leave some shards under the belly
m scared of growin' older So I'm bound to keep on runnin' for my life [ guitar ] I've seen her roll herself into a tight and tiny ball Like a belly-
our policy, for peace we're bound! This! Just about ready for, this! This! Just about ready for, this! Just about ready for, this! Just about ready for
up accordion That's Eric our drummer, his father's a plummer He drank enough booze to get Rhode Island drunk Now sober but smelly he's got one big belly
explosion to the right They chanted "Death to America" I was feelin' like a fight. So I ran downstairs And out into the street Someone kicked me in the belly Someone
pictures of yourself It's someone you don't know And they call you a genius Cause you're easier to sell But the fire in your belly That gave you
there alone Looking at the shiny red tractor Him and his daddy used to sit inside And circle the blue fields and grease the night. It was if someone
What will be come of the pair Oh Lord what can she do To get the shit out of her hair To get the shit out of her hair Blues for sister someone Oh Lord
tell him Gotta message for my sista girls Gotta message for my baby girls Gotta send it, send it 'round the world 'Cause I got a message for ya Gotta message for
it would bring again You hear their shabby lies They feed their bellies while another dies Come on and whipe them away So we don't see them for another