Give me your love You gotta help me make it Through the day or night Just a taste Of success is the front Cover of TIME and LIFE Oh I need your love,
Übersetzung: Sweet. Cover Girl.
see It's a girl, my Lord, in a flatbed Ford slowin' down to take a look at me Come on, baby, don't say maybe I gotta know if your sweet love is gonna
s thinking of you Birthday boy is in for a treat And the message is clear Once a year life can be sweet Caught in a flash Cover girl freezes her smile
Don't you want to be free Do you like girls or boys It's confusing these days But Moondust will cover you Cover you This chaos is killing me CHORUS
eleven An if I die I'm a do it reppin, I never do a second I swear niggas be eyein me all hard An lyin to they girls an drivin the same cars Sittin there
hope she read cocks like a gypsy and transport bricks steal in many fifties Fuck negociatin is you wit me is you waitin Sweet as carrot cake, fakin plus
page 'singer kills himself for love' think of all the hurt and outrage it would cause in my fan club loading rocks into their purses they will lay in wait for you cover
me And she said Chorus Alyssa Lies To the classroom Alyssa lies Everyday at school Alyssa lies To the teacher As she tries to cover every bruise My little girl
could get crazy now, baby 'Cause we all got in tune When the dressing room got hazy now, baby I know how you want it, child, Hot, sweet, and tight The girls
t be with us And this is for my cousin locked down, know the answer's in us That's why I spit it in my songs so sweet Like a photo of your granny's picture
wake, not gonna dream Lay and watch my eyelids close No worries out here in the tall grass, sweet field Freedom out there in the ocean Welcome the stars to cover
: My sexy love... (so sexy...) [Verse 1] She makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up Just one touch And I errupt like a volcano and cover her
Tick tock time is passing, hello turn the television off, focus here You know, lover not a fighte,r I'm no vagina liner reconstructer, bed sheet ruffller, for u freak girls under cover
sweet it could have been And every time he kisses you it leaves behind the bitter taste of saccharine. A bad cover version of love is not the real thing. Bikini-clad girl
Better get an umbrella Yeah, had guns like an arms dealer, dream team lawyers he ain't never been a dumb nigga Nigga, this ya girl, better come get her