100 lyrics for "To be super, super"
Faster than lightning, we are higher than life We are designs of supersonic life Rush as we cross the speed of sound Let us lead you to become the sonic, supersonic Supersonic, polyphonic, this is our war Mustering the armies, marching faster than before
PlayWhen you believe in things that you don't understand Then you suffer Very superstitious, writing on the wall Very superstitious, ladders bout' to fall Thirteen month old baby, broke the lookin' glass Seven years of bad luck, the good things in your past
PlaySuper Mamie ! Attention les secousses Super Mamie ! Tu nous enterreras tous Ma grand-mère fête aujourd’hui ses quatre-vingt-dix-neuf ans Croyez-moi elle a toute sa tête, elle a toutes ses dents Elle parle de reprendre le sport, elle a su rester jeune
PlayI’m super turnt up You know that I Boy your love got me super turnt up I can’t lie, I’m super turnt up Super turnt up, super turnt up So baby come get it, get it I’ll give this love to you That's my baby He be puttin' it down
Play'Cause that's perfect to me Don't feel like putting makeup on my cheeks Do what I wanna Love every single part of my body Top to the bottom I'm not a supermodel from a magazine I'm okay with not being perfect ' Cause that's perfect to me No matter where
PlayI'm only one call away I'll be there to save the day Superman got nothing on me No matter where you go You know you're not alone Call me, baby, if you need a friend I just wanna give you love Come on, come on, come on Reaching out to you, so take a chance
PlayI'm super, super Snap my fingers just like that You think I'm super So you wanna be just like me On the cover of your magazine Think you wanna be just like me Everybody's watching me To be super, super To be super, super girl
PlayIf you're 555, then I'm 666 If your 555, I'm 666 (Whats it like to be a heretic?) I'm a popstar threat and I'm not dead yet Got a super dred bet with an angel drug head Like a dead beat winner, I want to be a sinner An idolized bang for the industry
Play"Run, run, run, from the ghetto bird" Why oh why must you swoop through the hood like everybody from the hood is up to no good. You think all the girls around here are trickin' up there lookin' like Super chicken At night I see your light through my
PlaySo pardon me, boys I'm gonna be late I don't have the choice I've got to get into shape It's eight on the nose And I gotta go So pass me my coat I've got to get to the show Ain't got no feelin'
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