I know I got a bad reputation And it isn't just talk, talk, talk If I could only give you everything You know I haven't got I couldn't have one conversation
You've heard the story of Minnie The Moocher She was a red hot hoochie coocher She was the roughest, toughest frail Now Minnie had a heart as big as a
Folks, here's a story about Minnie the Moocher She was a red hot hoochie-koocher She was the roughest, toughest frail But Minnie had a heart as big as
I was walkin' up the street actin' wicked bow? But deep down in my pockets, I had no goal I was lookin' kinda sad when before my eyes It was a million
Folks here's a story 'bout Minnie the Moocher She was a red hot hoochie coocher She was the roughest, toughest frail But Minnie had a heart as big as
With a long white beard and his crooked staff He walks around while the folks all laugh With a twinkle in his eye he will pass them by The old man of
Say, man What's the matter with that cat over there? I don't know, man, I think he's losin' his mind Losin' his mind? Yeah I think he lost his mind
Here's a little tune we're gonna play for you There ain't nothin' to it and it's easy to do Called the Calloway Boogie, the Calloway Boogie It keeps you
Übersetzung: Death Cab For Cutie. Bad Reputation (Freddy Johnston Cover).
could blame it on the music but it wouldn't b right cuz i've gotten lucky 2 some pretty bad tunes must be the moon must be the moon kissing in the cab
not to think. Because I've been to all this Bars and have seen all this places. I've hit on all this girls, I've heared the same conversations. Cab driver, Cab
tha rest; truth be told u'z a mess who loved tha playin games; rollercoaster wit my brain i'd cry myself to sleep cuz it hurt so bad im askin how could
your daddy now, Ima get hers She loves strip search, girl it gets worse Get it back to back, the ass I grab All the way the sacks, fit ass Fill me catch a cab
didn't look so bad And back on the street, the rain was descending In cold dirty sheets, so under the awning we sat And then you hailed yourself a yellow cab
Said you're so static, baby I've had it Rolling in a yellow cab Downtown hustlers trying to pull some muscle If they catch you, oh oh oh it could turn out bad
f-cked my RV up Bitch, it?s on again yeah, break that Klonopin in half While I smoke some chronic in the cab with Donovan McNabb And I dye my hair back
needle, here's a sword, bodypierce with this Livin amuk, never givin a fuck Gimme the keys I'm drunk, and I've never driven a truck But I smoke dope in a cab
and breathing in petrol - an amateur band rehearsing in a nearby yard - watching the tele and thinking about your holidays - that's entertainment. waking up from bad
