and seize the sorry blackened bones of trees In the dead of winter when the silent snowbirds come You're my sweet maple sugar, honey, hot buttered rum
that love could be real And the things I see in your eyes I know, I know I can hold Give me your hot-buttered soul Give me your hot-buttered soul Can
and seize The sorry blackened bones of trees In the dead of winter when the silent snowbirds come You're my sweet maple sugar, honey, hot buttered rum
Prijevod: John Fogerty. Hot maslacem Rum.
: (Jimmy Webb) By the time I get to Phoenix she'll be rising She'll find the note I left hangin' on her door She'll laugh when she reads the part that
: (Isaac Hayes, Alvertis Isbell) I wanna come back Coz I like it like that Your modus operandi Is really all right, out of sight Your sweet phalanges
: (Burt Bacharach, Hal David) If you see me walkin' down the street And I start to cry each time we meet Walk on by, walk on by Make believe that you
(Burt Bacharach, Hal David) If you see me walkin' down the street And I start to cry each time we meet Walk on by, walk on by Make believe that you
(Jimmy Webb) By the time I get to Phoenix she'll be rising She'll find the note I left hangin' on her door She'll laugh when she reads the part that
(Isaac Hayes, Alvertis Isbell) I wanna come back Coz I like it like that Your modus operandi Is really all right, out of sight Your sweet phalanges
down and seize The sorry blackened bones of trees In the dead of winter when the silent snowbirds come You're my sweet maple sugar, honey, hot buttered
Hot Body Sexy ugly. Hold your mama real tight, She's turning colors in the black light. Soundophobic polite, Don't be afraid to shake that butt right
Man, fuck these niggas I-I'ma spare everything but these niggas I flip the gun and gun butt these niggas Take the knife off tha AK and gut these niggas
bang, with the bomb, with the bomb Once again in the booty club Trying to get some milk Imma do what I gotta do, Imma be a bum Wanna touch, even wanna cut Down there like a butt
's right) Cake mix, fingerlickin-like tactics, tongue gymnastics Good head make ya eyes ROLL BACK '12 on the track so you can't HOLD BACK Hot bread and butter
dem special delivery Bang ya head off to this, fuckin up your memory I'll shake your cradle and rock your boat Buck 50 your face and then butter your
it wit a, coach hat Smack it up, slap it up, let me turn it up Till you steam and you scream, I'm burnin' up On the scene I seen her doin' the butt Keep
I'm talkin' to these Yeah, okay Yeah, ooh, ooh, this one's a vivrant thing LB, G.I. one fam, oh, my, bounce with me now Big, dawg, hot, I'm talkin', this
