Et donne-moi un sou, ça porte bonheur, Que celui du tien qui sera le frère, Le meilleur lanceur est l’intention, Mais couteaux solides pour le voyage, J’ai trouvé ces deux parfaits couteaux, Ouvre la boîte et choisis la première, Prends celui que tu

So I creep, yeah, just creepin' on, (Creep) oh ah, oh ah, oh ah yeah, So I creep, yeah, 'cause he doesn't know what I do, So I creep, oh ah, oh ah, oh ah yeah And no attention goes to show oh. But I'll know. 'cept nobody is supposed to know. And no

We are the priests, of the temples of syrinx Attention all planets of the solar federation We have assumed control Our great computers fill the hallowed halls All the gifts of life are held within our walls Listen to my music And hear what it can do I

I'll take your brain to another dimension I'm gonna send him to outer space, find another race Pay close attention I'm gonna send him to outer space, find another race (Note) I'm gonna send him to outer space, find another race

Representing all the women, salute, salute Attention (salute) Ladies all across the world Listen up, we're looking for recruits If you with me, lemme see your hands Stand up and salute Get your killer heels, sneakers, pumps or lace up your boots

You just want some Oh, now you just playing? I can tell when you want some Go to sleep half naked Throwing hints that you want some Starting fights in the night for attention Girl, you want some Ooh, you in trouble, girl There goes all those things that

God ain't gonna getcha for that He's much too busy with the guys in the black hats There's nothin' wrong with a man and a woman flirtin' with a honky-tonk moon God ain't gonna pay no attention If we're just makin' use of his invention Come on, baby don't

All eyes on me I need your attention Put your body on me You the one I'm missin' I don't want your love We ain't gotta fake it We both tryna fuck All eyes on ya Ask you how your week been

Pay attention to the cracked streets And the broken homes Some call it slums Some call it nice I want to take you through A wasteland I like to call my home Welcome to paradise Dear mother It makes me wonder why I'm still here

I'm okay with who I, who I am today Wanna live freely, why isn't it so easy? I should read a book, but I keep watching this TV And I know this lifestyle doesn't really feed me I just tune out to the voice inside that's speaking All my little problems