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[Chorus: Bruno Mars] You shot me through the heart staring in your eyes So I might die a happy man today Just empty out your barrel girl It's alright
You shot me through the heart staring in your eyes So I might die a happy man today Just empty out your barrel Girl, it's alright Click clack away Click
Try this: Out on the board the old shearer stands Grasping his shears in his long bony hands Fixed is his gaze on a bare-bellied "joe" Glory if he
[ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh] I am patient, waiting on you to get dressed girl[yeah], I'm gonna sit here, while you put your face on, playin with your
I am patiently awaitin' on you to get dressed girl, yeah I'm gonna sit here while you put your face on Playin? with your makeup, oh Damn you look so
Click, click, click, flash (You, you, you beautiful, baby) Click, click, click, flash (You, you, you beautiful, baby) I know you probably think a girl
I was taught only reach for the heat if you busting So when lift this shirt that's the end of discussion Click clack motherfuckers, I ain't trying to
"Ah, control, come in control, ah, we have wire And we need to know if you can help us out, like right now" "How many are you up by?" "Ah, that would
Yeah, yo, check it Turn me up a little bit on the mic I flip shit for gang bang niggaz I talk shit for insane niggaz I got a clip for you strange niggaz
I've seen pain that'll drive a man Further than any road could ever take you I've seen the hate that'll burn in a man Harder than any fire could ever
On those Saturdays, when kids go out and play, yo I was up in my room I let the stereo blaze, wasn't faded, not jaded, just a kid with a pad and pen
I lost myself at your show last night Looking at the sparkling eyes In the middle of a fresher crowd You keep living like you're a movie star But tell
The shortest song in the universe Really isn't much fun It only has one puny verse . . . and then it's done!
I love you more than cheese I've been trying to think how to tell you, just what you mean to me By now I know very well you, are all that a mouse should
(Jan Ince / Phil Palmer) Business and pleasure Keeping you up, Hunting for treasure You can't dig enough, Growing but losing Staying up late, All the
Verse: Cockni o' dire Chorus: Killa rhyme klik keeps the function live Heads treat my lovely on the 1, 2, 5 I might socialize if I dip and dive 'cause