your own thing? Do you think you're beautiful? All cool and irreplacable Does it really matter at all? Do you think you're beautiful? Oh, do you think you're
Translation: Dance Hall Crashers. Do You Think You're Beautiful?.
doing your own thing? Do you think you're beautiful? All cool and irreplacable Does it really matter at all? Do you think you're beautiful? Oh, do you think you're
Now that you're gone I can stay in bed all day What have I to do anyway? Now that you're gone Simple joys like your sweet voice Are lost and swept away
Good and Halle Berry Put together in close to the jubee I see No no! No disrespect But this gyal a pon another level, cut the check, uh! Tell king,
city in the rain Hey, hey, hey the wild wheat waving in the wind Twenty degrees of solitude, twenty degrees in all All the dancing kings and wives assembled in the hall
a crib they're frontin, they rent a car they're stuntin They rent a chain they're bluffin, that's why the culture's sufferin And even if you're a millionaire
clouds and skylines materialize Wings spread take flights over northern lights Wolves howl over blood-red moonlit nights We're Kings and Queens within
kings And run around there lands settin fire to things Bendtime power this king wouldent care And i would sample every mother fuckin neden out there If i was a king
breeze but it aint nothing if you got that paper then say something better put it away Cause the day comin when you fall off, when you just wanna hall
nothing if you got that paper then say something better put it away Cause the day comin when you fall off, when you just wanna hall off with four sawed
around Police at the pawnshop Vampires at the mall Country boys in gangster clothes Skate 'round city hall And all the bathtub virgins cry Without making a sound They're
North side, east side, little Willy Willy wears the crown, he's the king around town Dancing, glancing, Willy drives them silly With his star shoe, shimmy
party, meet me on after school Well, we're goin' to a place where the jive is really cool And if the band stops playin' there's a jukebox down the hall
the dance hall HEY The kings of the dance hall HEY The kings of the dance hall HEY The kings of the dance hall HEY
wait for the moon The sky is empty, alone in the unknown We're getting nowhere We have been betrayed by the wind and the rain The sacred hall's empty
the end of our king Hurt and tired Laid down on the field We heard the last breath His spirit dancing in the wind Goodbye my brother King of the kings
