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spent it on the roulette wheel. Walk on hot coals,. Sleep on a bed of nails,. Walk on thin ice,. Skate on razor blades,. Got my little girl beside me,. No matter what else fails, yea. Well I spent
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spent it on the roulette wheel. Walk on hot coals,. Sleep on a bed of nails,. Walk on thin ice,. Skate on razor blades,. Got my little girl beside me,. No matter what else fails, yea. Well I spent
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Bài hát Hot Pink - EXID. U, I like the way u pink it. U, I like the way u pink it. Everybody knows. Pink (hot) pink (hot). Pink (hot) pink (hot). Hot hot hot hot pink. Pink (hot) pink (hot
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jack. Dancing screaming itching squealing fevered. Feeling hot hot hot!!!. The third time I saw lightning strike. It hit me in bed. It threw me around. And left me for dead. For a second that room was on
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Song Hot Butterfly - The 69 Eyes. My girl wears a flower in her hair. Her cookies make the crule world disappear. The way she moves gives me this cicadelic illusion. She's hot hot hot butterfly. You
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prayed. Can't imagine that this love is through. Feeling the pain, girl, when you lose Oh, it's too hot, too hot, lady. Gotta run for shelter, gotta run for shade. It's too hot, too hot, lady. Gotta
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Hot dog, oh no, hot dog Hot dog, hot dog, hot diggety dog. Now we got ears, it's time for cheers. Hot dog, hot dog, the problem's solved. Hot dog, hot dog, hot diggety dog *** my boots and a
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gave her a look. Look at what we got, the girl got hot. Switched up and rewrote the book Satin tights, boots so white. Leather handbag out of sight. Used to mean a little, now means a lot. Oh my
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Woah-oh!. The summer's not hot without you. I hope I get to see ya. Woah-oh-oh!. The summer won't start without you The temperature is 99. And It can get much higher. So come on over Romeo. And
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, Meshach and Abednego. Before the wicked king they stood. And the king commanded . them bound and thrown. Into the fiery furnace that day. But the fire was so hot . that the men were slain. That forced them
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Bài hát Love In The Hot Afternoon - Mark Chesnutt. From somewhere outside I hear the street vendor cry "File' gumbo". Through my window I see him going down the street and he don't know. That she
