etranger Mais rien ne semble change C'est bon d'ouvrir les grilles de sa maison Dans le jardin tout fleurit Tu es la, qui me sourit C'est bon d'ouvrir les grilles
STOP, GRILL EM! DON'T STOP, GRILL EM! DON'T STOP, GRILL EM! DON'T STOP, GRILL EM! DON'T STOP, GRILL EM, GRILL EM, GRILL EM, GRILL EM, GRILL EM DON
s wrong with me Third time (Third time) I moved you in, took you back in my life (oh yeah, yeah) [Missy] (Nicole) Why you all in my grill (All in my grill
etranger Mais rien ne semble change C'est bon d'ouvrir les grilles de sa maison Dans le jardin tout fleuri Tu es la qui me souris C'est bon d'ouvrir les grilles
me Third time (Third time) I moved you in, took you back in my life (oh yeah, yeah) [Missy (Nicole)] Why you all in my grill (All in my grill) Can you
Third time (third time) I moved you in, took you back In my life [Chorus - Missy (Nicole)] Why you all in my grill (why you all, in my grill) Can you
gotta come down I gotta stay real I gotta break them boys off bumper and grill [Bun B] Now tell me what it's all about in the south Big gold grill
be, I say wassup? Guard your grill, knuckle up, put 'em up, yup Guard your grill, knuckle up I ain't the type to give up Guard your grill, knuckle up
He'd get home at five thirty Fix a drink, sit down in his chair Pick a fight with momma Complain about the kids gettin' in his hair At night he'd sit
It's your life you say you need a change Don't all the dreams we've seen come true mean anything You say, ?It's different now? And you keep staring at
Little by little, now babe, I've come a long, long way Pickin' up the pieces that you threw away Did you give it up, did I let you down? Either way It
On a Mississippi mornin' My dad yelled out a warnin' Son, you better hit that cotton patch soon And on my way down to the field As I passed Old Johnson
Baby, baby, baby He's got you cryin' again Baby, baby, baby He's got you cryin' again He's a good old boy but he's a bad old boyfriend I know that he
Mr. Bourbon and coke laughs at all of my jokes When he's drinking Mr. Martini stares and he never shares What he's thinking And Miss. Sexy red wine tells
Don't waste your time Looking over your shoulder Those loves from the past Ain't a gettin' no closer When I look at my future You're all I can see So
I can't have this conversation Without lots of reservations on the line If there's a way to slip around it Then I'm bound to get around it one more time
Driving down the interstate, running thirty minutes late Singing Margarita ville and minding my own Some foreign car driving dude with the road rage attitude
On a good day, when I think about her I only cry a couple hundred tears And on a good day, when I can't forget about her I can dull the pain with just
