Oh-oh-oh ay Hey, baby, this is who I am I shouldn't have to say it for you to understand 'Cause you already got me in the palm of your hand Just wait a couple lifetimes and ask me again No I do oh-oh ay Hello, is this thing on?

"Who's blacker?" Glue trapper (ah) Knee slapper Shit's Madagascar When the monkeys made a poo scatter Hello, baby (skrt) Don't be so paro, baby I wing and go sparrow crazy

Y a pas moyen Djadja J'suis pas ta catin Djadja, genre en Catchana baby tu dead ça Putain mais tu déconnes C'est pas comme ça qu'on fait les choses Oh Djadja, j'suis pas ta catin Djadja, non Aya Nakamura oh yeah Hello papi mais qué pasa? J'entends des

I think I'm gonna die Bye bye love Bye bye happiness Hello loneliness I think I'm gonna cry Bye bye sweet caress Hello emptiness There goes my baby with someone new She sure looks happy and I'm so blue

Said if you got no plans, baby if you got time Hello, good evening Oh Miss Right, Miss Right Come and be the rest of my life Clearly she was out with her girls alone (That I could tell) The kind that make you wanna put the games away Think about the

You've been really good Take that step you’re the life of the party Know that step you’re the life of the party (Oh, oh, oh, oh) (Ooh, ooh, ooh yeah) Hello, welcome to the other side You're lost Baby step outside your mind You've been thinking 'bout

Y a pas moyen Djadja J'suis pas ta catin Djadja, genre en Catchana baby tu dead ça Putain mais tu déconnes C'est pas comme ça qu'on fait les choses Oh Djadja, j'suis pas ta catin Djadja, non Aya Nakamura oh yeah Hello papi mais qué pasa? J'entends des

Little miss lady in the yellow, wassup? Little miss lady in the yellow, hello Would you like to push pedals through the meadow with me? (With me?) I just got a question, baby, can I fuck on you? We zonin', baby girl, we zonin' I just want you here

Oh baby, you know what I like Hello, baby Yeah, this is the Big Bopper speakin' Ha ha ha ha ha, oh you sweet thing Will I what? Chantilly lace and a pretty face And a pony tail a-hangin' down

You want more (why?) A little party never hurt no one You're so Art Deco, out on the floor Shining like gun metal, cold and unsure Baby, you're so ghetto You're looking to score When they all say hello You try to ignore them 'Cause you want more