But I got one of for you my Portobello Belle She thinks she's tough She ain't no English rose But the blind singer He's seen enough and he knows He do a song about a long-gone Irish girl Belladonna's on the high street Her breasts upon the offbeat And

Roll the bones Fate is just the weight of circumstances Well, you can stake that claim Good work is the key to good fortune Winners take that praise Losers seldom take that blame If they don't take that game And sometimes the winner takes nothing We draw

Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sport (skrrt, skrrt) Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it) You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah) Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton) Straight up there (where?) we didn't take the

Clear that shit. Don't stop until the green is gone and your thumb gets hot. You gotta breath in deep, recollect your thoughts because it's time to take this shot. Raise your drinks, raise your lighters it's about to go down. We can sleep in the morning,

We're in good company Is a pretty girl sitting next to me Kissing up on me, and I got a spot waiting on you Yeah, the only thing missing So B.Y.O.B, it means bring yourself over, babe Got what we need to make good vibes, good times And a damn good memory

I'll keep giving love When you go low, I go high, I go high, I go high When you go low, I go high, to get by, to get by Sometimes (sometimes, sometimes) I don't wanna be nice (nice) But I try (but I try) When you go low, I go high And I get lonely on the

Girl what's it gon' take to have you close to me Right by my side where you supposed to be They start to notice you when they notice me And you can have it all free of charge I know you like European cars Take, take a look at my garage Maybe we can all

That's the way you come to me I'm head over heels And I'm always gonna be That's okay I love the way you come to me Sun breaks I can't wait Til I'll be on my way again I'm sick and tired of waiting With nothing to do Watching the rain through a crack

That's why we call each other We're so good under covers 'Cause we love how the fire feels No strings, 'cause it isn't real And you love the way I love the way you kiss And we never wanna hold it on It's just the right shade of wrong In the middle of the

From everyone Little bird, if I only knew Maybe I'd be more like you With a feather in my wing Is it spring? Who only tries to Maybe I like pleasure pain Of going and coming back again