Lyrics and Music by Babyface and Bryce Wilson. . I'll always think of you. Inside of my private thoughts. I can imagine you. Touching my private parts. With just the thought of you. I can't hel
go to play telephone. Sharing what we know. But how long can we keep playing. Until the game. Undermines the status quo. It's all. Propaganda! Prop-propaganda!. I have a feeling I'm not alone (Not
* yeah. Tell 'em how to sell it. It's propaganda Don't tell me how to keep my composure. It ain't over till I get me some closure. Wanted dead or alive is my profile. Hostile is the frame for
Contaminated fish and micro chips. Huge supertankers on arabian trips. Oily propaganda from the leaders' lips. All about the future. There's people over here, people over there. Everybody's
Hey T-ARA. 새빨간 장미처럼 가시같은 말로 날 찌른 너 Uh Uh Uh. 넌 마치 문신처럼 지우려 할수록 깊게 패여 Uh Uh. *Cry Cry Can't you see the music. 불꽃처럼 뜨겁게 You're ma boy. **Baby can`t you see that look at my eyes. 슬픔에 빠진 내 두눈을 봐 Uh Uh
