Oh oh oh oh oh Without the Scheiße yeah I, I wish that I could dance On a single fare I wish I could be strong Without the Scheiße yeah Scheiße, Scheiße be mine, Do whatever you like Scheiße be mine

Oh, girl, you know it's on (oh yeah) I came here to slay shit (yeah, yeah) All night I'ma work the grave-shift (Lord, Lord) These drugs I'm on, they ain't nothing to play with (sky high) I can't feel my face, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah) When I pull up on ya

Veux-tu venir ici? Où est donc passé ce chien? Z'avez pas vu Mirza? Oh la la la la la Je le cherche partout Il va me rendre fou Oh, yeah! Ça y est, je le vois! Je n'le répéterai pas Mmmm, sale bête, va! Oh, yeah! Il est reparti

But I told you so I said I, I don't wanna control you Oh, and I know, yeah As long as you know, baby Every pleasure you taste has its price, babe But I told you so, no I don't wanna say I told you so I am gonna show you The world, and all that you desire

My heart beats for love It's the sound that I hear, tells me not to give up It breathes in my chest and It runs through my blood Whoa ooh oh oh oh yeah I'm screaming out, can you hear me now? I've been stranded on a lonely street Got lost in the shadows

A little homegrown No I can't forget how she tastes on my lips She's as good as it gets I like a little bit of homegrown She gets me stoned Oh in her short dress yeah I'm a mess I like to get her all alone She really turns me on Yeah in her bare feet

I want to kiss the bride yeah Long before she met him She was mine, mine, mine Don't say I do Say bye, bye, bye And let me kiss the bride yeah Well she looked a peach in the dress she made When she was still her mama's little girl And when she walked

Love love love is looking good, Good good on you, Can you feel it Oh everybody sees it. How your sweet smile has a way of, Lighting up the room, Yeah you shine like diamonds, In everything you do. Oh love love love is looking good,

No, we ain't gonna take it Oh we're not gonna take it Oh we're not gonna take it anymore We're right (yeah) We're free (yeah) We'll fight (yeah) You'll see (yeah) We're not gonna take it

And I'll be crushin' it Every week has a weekend By this time Friday night I'll be done with my third can Of cold Bud Light I'll be crushin' it Yeah, I'll be crushin' it Oh, I'll be crushin' it I sure could use an attaboy