bout the condom They followin' me home with my dog right behind um Have you ever seen a ass clap on a stallion Another bad bitch half black and italian
A bottle of white, a bottle of red Perhaps a bottle of rose instead We'll get a table near the street In our old familiar place You and I-face to face
talkin' 'bout the condom They followin' me home with my dog right behind um Have you ever seen a ass clap on a stallion Another bad bitch half black and italian
tunes The Neapolitan street song sighs You think of Italian skys Each nation has a creative vein Originating a native strain With folk songs plaintive
I must be again. Before the music ends, I must go to Hoboken one more time. [pause] I wanna run down that street where that thin Italian kid ran. Then
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Well this gigolo's jumping salty, ain't no trade out on the streets, Half past the unlucky, and the hawk's a front-row seat Dressed in full orchestration
m talkin' 'bout the condom They followin' me home with my dog right behind um Have you ever seen a ass clap on a stallion Another bad bitch half black and italian
where I must be again. Before the music ends, I must go to Hoboken one more time. [pause] I wanna run down that street where that thin Italian kid ran
: A bottle of white, a bottle of red Perhaps a bottle of rose instead We'll get a table near the street In our old familiar place You and I-face to face