I used to visit all the very gay places Those come-what-may places Where one relaxes on the axis of the wheel of life To get the feel of life From jazz and cocktails The girls I knew had sad and sullen gray faces With distingue traces That used to be

I'm sorry oh , I'm sorry, I'm sorry, no And I've, been abused, I feel so used, because of you And I've, lost it all, fell today, it's all the same I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry I loved you, you made me, hate me You gave me hate, see? It saved me and

Picture me upon your knee, Just tea for two and two for tea, Just you for me and me for you, alone! Nobody near us, To see us or hear us, No friends or relations On weekend vacations We won't have it known, dear, That we own a telephone.

While tearing off a game of golf I may make a play for the caddy But when I do, I don't follow though 'Cause my heart belongs to Daddy If I invite a boy some night To dine on my fine finnan haddie I just adore his asking for more But my heart belongs to

I got my corner on lockdown About to hold this whole block down Ludacris tell um how the South sound UUH BUDDAH-LAA AH, UH UH UH BUDDAH-LAA UHH BUDDAH-LAA AH uh oh uh oh uh oh Do that funky shit oh Do that funky shit uh Disturbin The Peace, Def Jam South

There was a boy, A very small enchated boy. They say he wandered very far, very far, Over land and sea. A little shy and sad of eye, But very wise was he. And then one day. One magic day he came my way. And as we spoke of many things,

Blame it on my youth. If I expected love when first we kissed, If only just for you I did exist, I believed in everything, Like a child of three. You meant more than anything, All the world to me. If you were on my mind both night and day, If I forgot to

Dame más gasolina! (Hey)(hey) Subele mambo pa' que mi gata prenda lo motores (Skeet skeet skeet) (Súbele mambo pa' que mi gata prenda lo motores) Dame más gasolina! (Hey) Como le encanta la gasolina (whatcha say) Dame más gasolina! (Yeah) Dame más

What's your name? Shootin' you straight, little girl? What's your name, little girl? Won't you do the same? Well, its 8 o'clock in Boise, Idaho I'll find my limo driver Mister, take us to the show I done made some plans for later on tonight I'll find a

There was a boy, A very small enchated boy. They say he wandered very far, very far, Over land and sea. A little shy and sad of eye, But very wise was he. And then one day. One magic day he came my way. And as we spoke of many things,