you walk by, baby, ooh, my my When you come around, my jaw hits the ground When you shake your thing, I jump outta my skin When you cross the floor I
to be licked from my head to my feet To make a long story short, girl I need me a freak She can be fat, black, light skin, type slim Matter fact shorty
tea, and fried pork skins Can't get enough, eat still she's stuffed Goes to the bathroom, then she comes back again She thinks she looks just like Madonna
. PELUQUEROS DE ESOS QUE SE LLAMAN ESTILISTAS. MUSCULITOS, POSTURITAS, CRONISTAS CARRONEROS, DIVORCIADAS CALENTONAS CON PELO A LO MADONNA, TROTAMUNDOS
me away just like a hurricane You make me happy and I hope you feel the same You make me feel just like a child, a child again I'm not trapped anymore Between Madonna
I dress up like Madonna And she thinks she's really cute But in fact she's common And her skin is dead pale She's broken all her nails And she spent
of snake skin? And who's the other guy that's singing in Van Halen? When did reality become TV? Whatever happened to sitcoms, game shows, on the radio was Springsteen, Madonna
On the hood of White Snake's car Her yellow SUV is now the enemy Looks at her average life And nothing has been alright Since Bruce Springsteen, Madonna
mind's flippin' on alcohol I said your mind is broken and you feel pain Tylenol And marijuana Still I eat the rhythm alive like a piranaha Now Madonna
they're all dimes to me Bumping Ron Isley in the truck with the tree Getting high hoping this ugly bitch will fuck me [Chorus] Now you look like Madonna
When you're out on the front line And you're watchin' them fall Doesn't take long to realize It ain't worth fightin' for I thought I saw the Madonna
on this baby Inner thighs thick so when we fuck you must put me in a Swiss ho' Room seven O four, fuck they mad at me fo' Skin copper, na na stay proper
an earthly goddess That I'd sell My soul My self-esteem a dollar at a time For one chance One kiss One taste of you my black madonna I'd sell My soul
The coolest looking girl in the world Well, they all look so good Just like my TV said they would But I'd trade them all for the ivory girl Her skin
or was it covergirl it dont really matter I'm flattered by ur smile and ur lips make you bad too Settle down as I take u on a little trip sexy pre madonna
nice shit No more Mister Nice Guy (You are not the sensitive man you used to be) I used to be romantic and considerate But now I hit the skins, I jump