nothin' to lose Little miss rhythm and blues ,now You got nothin' to lose Little miss rhythm and blues , now You got nothin' to lose Little miss rhythm and blues
Übersetzung: Die Bee Gees. Little Miss Rhythm And Blues.
Übersetzung: Gees Bee. Little Miss Rhythm And Blues.
Well there comes Lola, out of control She just loves those Rhythm and Blues And Miss Ivy will be arriving In leopard skin tights she's willing to cruise
girlfriend rollin a rap said I'm the badest mammajama half white and black had my babies d'Jodeci six with Sarina little Bree Bone Bryan Miss Moe and Shanika little
, the one they call Baby Huey The one that gets all the money All the money Maybe that's right A fat funky fruit with a whole lot of tang A little something
back Rip poetical flows upon the track My thoughts escape onto a tape, you'll play it back and listen, I brought to your mind what's missing [BROther
There was beer all over the dance floor And the band was playin' rhythm and blues You got down and did the gator And half an hour later, you were barfin
friend Lord of the rap Said I'm the baddest mamma-jamma, half white and black Had my babies to Jodeci, six with Serena, little Bri Bone Bri, Miss Mo, and Shaniqua, little
guns is crippin 'cause, P.B.D. posse/ I roll with Rasu, Nina Ross, and Skails, Rhythm and Ghetto, Rosiah, 7th Sign murda em all, yep... And like little
't you sit there just to sit across from me, Miss, I can't even understand the icky, tricky ways you're moving on me. Boom! slide a little booty in
plenty of nothing which was fine with me Because I had rhythm, music, love The sun, the stars and the moon above Had the clear blue sky and the deep blue
heaven Bad girls go everywhere Miss High Fullutin' likes to sip fine champagne Prim and proper and drippin' in diamond rings Little sister wears high heels and blue
piano's screamin' The rock stops here Elvis singin' "blue suede shoes" I need a shot of rock-a-billy With my rhythm and blues They looked from
playing underground People started comin' round Comin' round. Mark Moreland played his guitar And I clawed there at the keys Little brother Bruce showed up one day And now we're three I had this rhythm
nite A little glitter Multi-colored slides Nowadays the bright Lights make me blue Yes, they do And I miss those Neon nites with you I miss those neon
', bendin' Compromising any of my styles to gain a smile Listen while you hear it, there's no pink in my slip I reckon that the rhythm and the blues
turning blue Such a lovely color for you Call an optimist, she's turning blue Such a perfect color for your eyes Call an optimist, she's turning blue
