Translation: Camisra. Let Me Show You.
T's the shit, T's, yeah Brush 'em off, brush 'em off, hey Brush 'em off, brush 'em off, hey Brush 'em off, brush 'em off, hey Twist it in the air like
White shirt When my white shirt lets me down Like one we race against the wind You said that I've seen better days I wash her silver hair away I'm going
Well, me and my lady had our first big fight So I drove around until I saw the neon lights At a corner bar and it just seemed right So I pulled up Not
[Bobby Valentino - Verse 1] Shorty put on my t-shirt (t-shirt) Shorty put on my t-shirt (t-shirt) Shorty put on my t-shirt (t-shirt) Ok, (?) kinda fine
yo solo tengo Tengo la camisa negra Porque negra tengo el alma Yo por ti perdi la calma Y casi pierdo hasta mi cama Cama, cama caman baby Te digo con disimulo Que tengo la camisa
She was aware of her insecurities as she took the stage She was convinced if she got up there That she would be discovered someday So she belted it, she
Do you have a shirt that you really love One that you feel so groovy in? You don't even mind if it starts to fade That only makes it nicer still I love
There are no lyrics to Edward the Mad Shirt Grinder...it was a piano solo by Nicky Hopkins~
I don't think God's broke So I don't give a shit. You're paying through your teeth Don't think you're getting it. Put your money where your mouth is Let
Lookin' back now makes me laugh We were growin' our hair, we were cuttin' class Knew it all already there was nothin' to learn We were strikin' matches
When you walked up behind me and covered my eyes And whispered in my ear, guess who? Well I rattled off names like I really didn't know But all along
Once ive drawn my final painful breath, and disfigured any beauty my mind has of you. This princess of pain can be ended elegantly. With no distaste
Last night I was prepparing to go to a party And on the rack with my suits I found the shirt that I'd worn When I held her in my arms for the very last
When I'm back from the road And you're out on it And I'm tired of this distance And I believe it's over, it's over rated And this phone tag game is endless
Hello, well that was the sound of Roger?s Wah Wah Rabbits You heard them eating endive there That?s very cheap at this time of the year But now here in
When I was still growing up And dad head off to work He put coat and tie on Over fitted shirt Nothing else will fit right Or seems so directly applied
Ronnie wasn't much on the thought of a coat and tie 'Cause they ain't much good to a man Wearin' steel-toed boots from eight to five He's been known to
