Rick Astley gave us up When will the Scorpions break up? Next time you think about going retro This is what you ought to know A Sam Fox comeback and a
really no about a eames couch Frette sheets perfect touch 2 a clean house Wide awake but a nigga living yo dreams out Lookin like a photo shoot eveytime
in your brain Take another green but it's not the same So now you're on the sandlane everyday dancing with the bulls in any old way Running like a fox
s uptight But deep down inside we're covering up the pain It's an old thing It's a soul thing But it's a real thing Pray tell what's gonna happen to
see me slow down, for a while `Cause I am the fox, like it or not I'm always gonna be there running over the rock Yes I am the fox, a fascinating cross
can take a liking to Psych I'm spiking you, like a football Been this way since I stood a foot tall You're a good catch, with a shitty spouse Got a pretty
the words You don't listen to 'em anyway, yeah struck a nerve sucker Motherfucker might aswell let my lips pucker Like Elton John, cause I'm just a mean
dicks so much that he should be fixed with a vagina Who's behind ya? Caddillac, Pac or that transvestite that dress like a Lil Kim Fox Your just like a
dicks so much that he should be fixed with a vagina Who's behind ya? Cadillic Pac or that transvestite who dress like a Lil Kim fox, her chest like a
Detroit I bust a cap and holdin psycho less you know I'm paranoid Detroit Detroit Detroit Detroit Detroit Detroit Detroit Runnin down this alley too, a blue Malibu Sky FOX
Any rappin' motherfucker, male or female Place your bets You can imagine what the bloodline is like Since I love mine to fight I'm on some shit like what
: Watch me ride: I'm a sexual animal, eat you like a cannibal, Crammed full of energy, I'm inflammable, Yeah, I finish my beer So come here and get nice
on our ass (Brian) Yikes (Both) We certainly do get around Like a bunch of renegade pilgrims who were thrown out of Plymouth Colony We're Rhode Island bound Or, like a
a fuck if that's your broad, she shouldn't be out We in the club lookin to put somethin fat in her mouth Easy! Hold on, I see a fox comin Between now
bit his ear Yo, you taste a tea-spoon, 300 goons, stash baloons Locked in lab rooms, hit with glock, stashed in Grant's Tomb Clocked him like a patient
it's detrimental Most of you would've use the next person as a rental [Chorus: Musiq (K. Fox)] Love, lift us up, (higher) take us higher (high) Like
little Sally sat up by the tree trunk White miniskirt with a Betty Boom bum She had a ass like Deborah Cox, face like Lauryn Waist like a Coke bottles
delay At the thought how my spirit it chills We were bashed on the rocks Like a hard hunted fox Of death and destruction he thinks He's a seafaring sailmate Can gambol a