superman. Crashing the backboard. He's Jungle Jim, again. When it's all over. We'll make some calls from my car. We're a star. It's a glamour profession. The L. A. concession. Local boys will spend
People here in your neighborhood. Act real cool but they dance no good. I don't care what the others say. When I've found a new game to play Claim to fame, clamour for glamour. Oh, padeo, oh, pa
Song Post-War Glamour Girl - . Expresso bongo snaps of rome. In the latin quarter of the ideal home. Fucks all day and sleeps alone. Just a tiger rug and a telephone. Says a post war glamour girl's
Glamour boy. Get your costume on, you got 'em lined up, waitin' for you. Glamour boy. You got 'em standin' in the aisles so don't hang 'em up. . For twenty-five thousand dollars you can look
Glamour boy. Get your costume on, you got 'em lined up, waitin' for you. Glamour boy. You got 'em standin' in the aisles so don't hang 'em up. . For twenty-five thousand dollars you can look
Here today, gone later today. I been reading what the bloggers say. How 'bout a great big slice for me. Otherwise or professionally Beats workin'. Startin' up in my feet. Goes to workin' on the
Bài hát Processed Beats - Kasabian. I ran from the tide. Won't let you hide. Won't let you hide I drop beats from this processed meat. For a conversation, a meditation. And I cut waves like some
Bài hát Processed Beats - Kasabian. I ran from the tide. Won't let you hide. Won't let you hide I drop beats from this processed meat. For a conversation, a meditation. And I cut waves like some
I ran from the tide. Won't let you hide. Won't let you hide I drop beats from this processed meat. For a conversation, a meditation. And I cut waves like some unborn sage. Just like terrorists
