Me and my girls Me and my girls, me and my girls I'm going home with who I came with No jodas, nosotras And who I came with's not you If we want it, we take it If we need money, we make it Nobody knows if we fake it You like to watch while we shake it

Sur ma route Sur ma route, oui Une vie de roots Il y a eu du move, oui De l'aventure dans l'movie Je n'compte plus les soucis De quoi devenir fou, oui Kids United

I'll still follow you home I'll still follow you home (I'll still follow you home) 'Cause you're my Mississippi princess You're my California queen Like the duchess of Detroit And every city in between You can slap me in the face And you can scream

Ils ont fumé Giuseppe (ils ont fumé Giuseppe) Ah là-bas, c'est le boss, personne parle avec lui Tout le quartier le craint, il règle tous les ennuis La hagra, ça paie pas, les p'tits l'ont averti Un soir tard dans la nuit (ils ont fumé Giuseppe) Que du,

Strawberry Fields forever Let me take you down 'Cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields Nothing is real And nothing to get hung about Living is easy with eyes closed Misunderstanding all you see It's getting hard to be someone But it all works out

She used to love me a lot I saw her through the window today She was sittin' in the Silver Spoon cafe I started to keep going But something made me stop She looked lonely and I knew the cure Old memories would win her heart for sure I thought I'd walk on

Goin' out, goin' out, goin' out, goin' out swingin' If you got the balls to fight then come on bring it Goin' out, goin' out, goin' out swingin' Like a midnight alley fight Come on come on come on come on bring it Just a gang of four Got each other's

And right out the other, It goes In One Ear, People talkin' shit but you know we'll never bother, They say that we ain't got the style, We ain't got the class, We ain't got the tunes that's goin to put us on the map And I'm a phony in disguise, Trying to

God, your mama, and me Never gonna run dry, never gonna come up empty Now until the day I die, unconditionally You know I'm always gonna be here for ya No one's ever gonna love you more than That Sunday morning choir calling, church doors open wide That

You said I wouldn't get to far on a tank of gas and an empty heart But I got everything I'll ever need I got this old guitar and a brand new set of strings And I'll grab the wheel and I'll point it west Pack the good and leave the rest I bet this road