Don't it make you happy, well, well, well, well, well I've been hitting the town Carmine sanati meo I can cause IÔÇÖm the man
available, impossible, unsaveable
cellophane shrink-wrapped, so correct.
Now should I say more before I know you so well ?
And blow the spot for folk nave up the Gun Hill Road
Forever I'll stand on the rock
Que tu n'imaginais pas
play
Walking on the edge of rage and understanding
I fake it all and now i wash again.
Hace subir las emociones, todas las sensaciones;
For you are the one whom the media sings
He's got ev'rything you need.
(Eric Carmen/John Wesley Harding)
Just everyone here, do the same
nos parece no pasar.
And you can't keep your peace
To hurt ya focus...yous' not emcees, yous' worthless
That old dress was never gonna fit
You selfish bitch, I hope you fuckin' burn in hell for this shit!
Thats ok you look like a fucking worm with braids.
The phantom kisses of the phantom bride
It's funny what success has done for you