Darling, je vous aime beaucoup Je ne sais pas, what to do? You know you've completely Stolen my heart Morning, noon and night-time too Toujours, wonderin
(marsha malamet/liz vidal) From your lips to god's ear May every wish and every prayer find it's way Always be heard and every day May you see them answered
sign I'd go too far Didn't know how she'd feel Stupid of me To be draggin my heels Oh, oh, oh, draggin' my heels Oh, oh, oh, draggin' my heels, heels Heels, heels
bitches, who see them rims spin and grin That shit with the V-trim that win and the enormous fields disperse of rap On the road to the riches more furs to drag
dungeon dragon Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon
yeah like that come on, come on, come on Infatuated by the famous Mr. Bling Intoxicated by the energy inside me that I aint goin' do it that cool I thought the dragon
The bell boy brings you coffee There are letters from every shore There are flowers of the season Heels are capsized by the door You're well protected
lock And the tumble splits the frame, revealing silk and fit In the fright lined dining room Throw a gaze towards them while they feast The days drag their heels
Im knowing if I eat her She gon tell Quieta and Quieta like the media, Woopty woo to the bloods, her lipstick match my flag that swag Weezy F Baby got lust that drag
Peep how this player got skills, get 'em out the gator high heels Pullin' rubbers and swishers up out your Prada bag Wanna smoke 'dro I got a bag, take a proper drag
skill Bullets lift you up like you poppin' on the wheel Feel I can't die when I'm poppin' on the pill So real that it feel, keep Cochran on my heels
girl Now the greasers they tramp the streets or get busted for trying to sleep on the beach all night Them boys in their spiked high heels ah Sandy their
and grin That shit with the v-trim that win And the enormous fields disperse of rap On the road to the riches more furs to drag More niggaz to kill,
the horn I smashed with my axe and pulled her to the lawn out there She kicked me hard to the grill with one of them, Doc Martin heels Murderas, you
horn I smashed with my axe, and pulled her to the lawn, out there She kicked me hard, to the grill With one of them, Doc Martin heels Murderas, you
turned drag queen, a call girl doin' tricks Nighttime prostitute kid, I'ma take your loot I heard you queer now like Boy George blowin' flutes With high heels
Bullets lift you up like you poppin on the wheel Feel I can't die when I'm poppin on the pill So real that it feel, keep Cochran on my heels Who rock
t you drag your heels Life in the Big Apple moves very fast And so must you Do like the others do And don't you drag your... Drag your... (FINAL CHORUS
