(Tell me more, tell me more) But, uh oh, those summer nights Well-a, well-a, well-a, uh! Summer lovin', had me a blast Summer lovin', happened so fast Met a girl crazy for me Met a boy cute as can be Summer days drifting away To, uh oh, those summer

Irkat-lukhud ma katabrikihu Ulfat-atam ma tanakhi uduhu bin-nât aznân tarsisi Bazar udu agânî-furkhîn Ma nîd sakhu!

Everything you gave Stay with me Did I say that I need you? No one knows this more than me Nothing you would take Yes, I understand that every life must end, aw huh, As we sit alone, I know someday we must go, aw huh, yeah, I'm a lucky man to count on

I'm gonna dance on broken glass Ey, on broken glass And I'm gonna make that ceiling crash (uh) That ceiling crash So what? Still got knives in my back So what? So I'm tied to the tracks And here I go, here I go (Ooh, ooh, ooh) yeah here I go, here I go

Große Uhren machen: tick tack tick tack, Kleine Uhren machen: tikke takke tikke takke, Und die große Turm Uhr die schlägt: bim bam bim bam "Und jetzt spielen wir das wir eine Uhr sind. Wir schlenkern mit den armen hin und her, denn die sind das pendel

(Stick that thang out) Some more Uh! uh! some more, skeezer Keep shaking that thang girl, Keep popping that thang girl Dance, too much booty in your pants Yeah, uh! uh! some more I said ain't nothing but tutti fruity Get on the floor if ya got that booty

Dem coulda neva pay mi fi fear dem If dem diss when mi deh near dem send fi grizzle bear dem Dem a talk but mi still nah hear dem Yuh nuh see seh gyal duppy show scare dem We neva fear dem neva neva fear dem Mi nah pree badness yah now Mi a pree some

Who taught you that, huh? Dolla boy, who taught you how to ball? Dolla, I wanna ménage à trois Dolla you so damn handsome Huh? Who taught you that? Huh? Who told you how to buckle up when you ride it? Like six flags in the bed, body rollercoast Who told

Pray and pray for my downfall That's not all, MC's have the gall To pray and pray for my downfall Uhh, I dream filthy My moms and pops mixed me with Jamaican Rum and Whiskey Huh, what a set up Shoulda pushed 'em dead off, wipe the sweat off 'Cause in

She gon' make you move to Miami She gon' make you She gon' make you move She'll leave you shook The way she dance Uh yeah, yeah! (Yeah) She moving like a gypsy (gypsy, gypsy) Her body got me tipsy