(Carlene Carter - James Eller) Some gotta wear their heart on their sleeve Me I gotta keep it on hand or I can't sleep I keep it under my thumb In the
I'm a Jake, I don't bake a cake I'm not a cake daddy, you know the type be pullin' up in a Caddy With a drop top, see when I hoe hop, I kick it to the
Hey babe, where'd you go Just left it sitting in the road You can drape it all over your room Sit back and let it shower you Left it, hoping you'd see
Ain't a cardinal sin, baby let me in Girl, I'm gonna treat you right Well, goodness sakes My snake's alive and it's ready to bite Hornet's nest, lay
I take it out on you I take it out on me Don't take to a cruel world Very gracefully I'm the cause and effect Of my own four-letter words Baby, I'm a
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I won't ever cry for you And you won't ever shed tears for me There's nothing up my sleeve That you haven't already seen It's not that I don't care at
Where did my sleeve go? I lost it an hour ago. My trumpet player's name is Steve. Where the fuck's my fucking sleeve? {I got no job cause I'm a bum, my
10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 LET'S GOOOOOO. OH NOOOO. Can't stop the tickles. They call me Dr. Giggles. It's o-o-o-off the chizzle Fo' shizzle dizzle I'm bangin
Se cacher derriere les rires en se croyant toujours au centre mettre de l'eau dans sa vie quand les amis le recommandent ne jamais accepter les treves
Hand in glove The sun shines out of our behinds No, it's not like any other love This one is different - because it's us Hand in glove We can go wherever
You're playing tricks babe, and that's a fact Your magic circle ain't where's its at One moment you were here, and then you disappeared This ain't the
Me fanno ride' mo' 'n televisione, Un professore 'n mezzo a 'na lezione, fa' mette' 'n piedi tutti li studenti femmine e maschi, 'nzomma, tutti quanti
[Common] I'm a Jake, I don't bake a cake I'm not a cake daddy, you know the type be pullin up in a Caddy with a drop top, see when I hoe hop, I kick it
I've got something up my sleeve I've got something up my sleeve Without saying the word I'm ready for a party tonight My fire is on the front burner
I can hear it on the line While you keep saying everything is fine. But there's a static in your voice And all I wanna do is read between the noise [
[to the tune of "Love Shack"] A glove slap in a little old face will Get you satisfaction. Glove slap ba-a-beee ... (Glove