to worry myself none It was a baby blue '52 Roadstar It was a beautiful car It was a beautiful car It was a beautiful car It was a beautiful car
I should never have to worry myself none It was a baby blue fifty-two Roadstar It was a beautiful car It was a beautiful car It was a beautiful car...
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I should never have to worry myself none It was a baby blue fifty-two Roadstar It was a beautiful car It was a beautiful car It was a beautiful car
Your face is looking like Someone you forgot you used to know You were looking for rhymes and reason They forgot the things you used to know You came
it somethin' I done? Somethin' I could do better although nothin' could be done Sometimes you get what you need Now what you think you want? So baby no moon and sky, got a beautiful
She wanna get out of the car, in the middle of the road And her screaming and hollerin', is getting mighty old She check every paper, oh when you step
up your brothers and sisters and friends We'll go back to the place where the night never ends We'll remember the fires, the burning car tires Boy, how
plot I pulled up to the corner at the end of my block That's when I saw this beautiful girlie who was just walking I picked up my car phone to perpetrate
make me wanna sing Whether a bus or a plane or a car or a train No other girls on my brain, and you the one to blame Beautiful girls all over the world
make me wanna sing (sing) Whether a bus or a plane or a car or a train No other girls in my brain and you the one to blame Beautiful girls all over
[Chorus - Bruno Mars] Beautiful girls all over the world, I could be chasing But my time would be wasted, they got nothing on you, baby Nothing on you
Turning tricks on the hood of Jasmine's car That whole summer was really just too peculiar You know I would have given it up to almost anybody Who had
of the door With your face and the beautiful eyes And the conversation with the little white lies And the faded picture of a beautiful night You carried me from your car
My hair might be a little too long for your taste, my friend My car might cost a little less then that suit your wearing I'm glad you stumbled in here
Buggsy Segal Desert eagle Blood oozin through his black dickies He wet the room up with the rocket launchin Ya nigga say he's getting dizzy The car
