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Call on me
whenever you feel freaky
I m all you need
so come on, come see me
Call on me
whenever you feel freaky
I m all you need
so come on, come see me
on the phone you sure talk a good game
say I ll be callin out your name
well I shouldnt be the one to blame
when I proceed to knock it straight up out the frame
we got the tanquery the OJ the lingerie
dirty movies, I brung the treats
you re so sexy I know your horney
and your wanting me so just...
Call on me
whenever you feel freaky
I m all you need
so come on, come see me
Call on me
whenever you feel freaky
I m all you need
so come on, come see me
at your house I m so aroused
I want it now
now I m buzzin
we start touchin
we ve been toastin and jokin
I ve chosen to get you open
bedroom, bedroom, backyard,
(anywhere you wanna be) on the car,
your garage, against the wall, in the hall
who d a thought we d so it all (I know you will call because)
Call on me
whenever you feel freaky
I m all you need
so come on, come see me
Call on me
whenever you feel freaky
I m all you need
so come on, come see me
no surprises by the time
the sun rises I ll be gone
let the memories be a lullaby anytime
you re all alone
just pick up the phone and call on me
call on me
if your all alone all you gotta do is
call on me
when the kids are gone and you need someone you can
call on me
theres no need to be alone baby you can pick up the phone
call on me
when your sittin there and you need something and you know what it is (yeah baby)
call on me
I care, I m right here waiting on you, I ll be right there with you
call on me
anything you need I ll be your mr. serve you up... Inne utwory
All because of you Girl, lady, woman Feels good I still love you My place Imagine that Brand new Lights out Wifey Too close Do you think about me Sex, money & drugs Cybersex Next experience Losowe utwory
Longing for the
schoolyard
Reaching for the scenes
Reminded by the songs that will never disappear
Random like the infants
Outdated like the old
Lying there in aimlessness listening to the cure
Doing some rehearsal
Exercising in the cold
Lowering the standarts...
No puedo entender
este mundo como es
que uno puede odiar, herir y traicionar, por que
Como puede ser, que haya gente que pueda matar
por diferencia de opinión, por tierra o por religión, no se
Oh no, miranos, donde esta nuestro corazon
Hey, hey, honey, what’s on your mind
Well, you said that sleepin’ with a poor band’s not your style
Ain’t that just a little unkind
Hey, marlon brando, what would you do in a spot like this
I don’t play as your pawn tonight
Doin’ the new york hustle with a hundred dollar miss
Summer night...
That shit was off the hook.
That shit was hype ass hell
[Bizarre]
I m bout to get on that bus dog, bout to get some food.
You wanna go to Em room and holla at him real quick.
[Kuniva]
Hell yea man let go ahead
[Bizarre]
He says he supposed to give some more...
Gdy autobus rusza wyrzucam papierosa
choć kierowcy linii całkiem podmiejskiej
jakoś obojętne dokąd chcemy jechać
po co, skąd, kiedy, czemu i za jaką cenę.
A bilet kosztował trzydzieści srebrników
do stacji z napisem pożółkłym Golgota.
Miałem sen; ktoś mój portret zawiesił na drzewie,
padał deszcz, potem pękła zasłona ze złota.
Brudny autobus do stacji Golgota
ukradkiem zerkam przez judasz...