I got a girl crush Hate to admit it but I got a heart rush I want to taste her lips Yeah, 'cause they taste like you I want to drown myself In a bottle of her perfume I want her long blonde hair I want her magic touch

Pra ela descer, descer Hoje ela perde a linha, hoje ela Hoje ela, hoje ela perde a linha, hoje ela Se tem Chandon, pode descer Se tem tequila, pode descer É mais uma do GG Enche o copo e deixa a birita bater Pra ela descer

Oh, the guns of Brixton You can crush us You can bruise us But you'll have to answer to When they kick at your front door How you gonna come? With your hands on your head Or on the trigger of your gun Shot down on the pavement

I'm an outcast on the path of rebound Everything is frail, I desolate, crush, and burn I have chosen darkness to be my guide War is in my heart, death is by my side War heart! With no remains of compassion or love War heart! Hate your fellow as yourself

That's where you're wrong Make a wish that weighs a ton And no understanding where it goes And suddenly the sky is a scissor Sitting on the floor with a tambourine Crushing up a bundle of love Don't take it so personally That time has got it in for honey

These little black sandals Are walking me away I'm being dragged down, down by the hand The hand of a golden giant man He's crushing my knuckles Splitting my skin, he says he will If only I'd ask it of him

They taped over your mouth Scribbled out the truth with their lies You little spies Crush, crush (Two, three, four!) Rock and roll, hey Don't you know, baby, we're all alone now?

I just can’t leave love alone Ain’t it funny how love can make you fly Funny how love can make you feel Crush you like a ton of steel Fake you out, make you think it’s real Funny how love can make you feel, yeah Sweetest buzz and the highest high

I'm just a girl with a crush on you But I can't make you love me Is it my life or the things I do? Can't make you love me For a chance today, it's incomparable I might be sitting with the movie stars Don't care about money It doesn't give me half the

Kick in the door, waving the four-four All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more Your reign on the top was short like leprechauns As I crush so-called willies, thugs, and rapper-dons Get in that ass, quick fast, like ramadan Its that rap phenomenon