's dangerous... in a little black dress Superman and the filthy rich Get in the queue to scratch her itch Sticky fingers pulling at the hem Of her little black dress
's dangerous.... in a little black dress Superman and the filthy rich Get in the queue to scratch her itch Sticky fingers pulling at the hem Of her little black dress
Translation: Shock Treatment. Little Black Dress.
, you're a classic like a little black dress You're a faded moon stuck on a little hot mess And oh baby, you're a classic like a little black dress But
) There's gotta be a little rain sometimes I beg your pardon, I didn't promise you a rose garden Along with the sunshine There's gotta be a little rain
breakfast down at Pan Pan's, what's your favorite dish? He ordered cheese eggs and grits, I had the swordfish What is this? Three niggaz dressed in black
faded picture of a beautiful night You carried me from your car up the stairs And I broke down crying, was she worth this mess After everything and that little black dress
With Whatever we was trying to do 'Cause you up and did me wrong Cupid got a big gun with a blindfold She gave another brother access to a little black dress
one I just wanna have a little fun So I'm begging you Please man, don't call the police, man (Check my country swagger, yo) I dress in black like the
follow your dream. When you was just a little girl, you used to love nice things Pretty party dresses, candy and rings You was your Momma's little angel, Daddy's little
feeling kinda low I feel so, I dunno like fast food Someone spiked my latte and I?m just not in the mood Need a little bit of this, need a little bit
space cause it feels so good, Im on another planet, Im on another planet. [Verse 1] I'm on another planet ask me how i got there, I'm dressed as a
me? Ay, let a motherfucker go ding, that's a 150 thou Yeah, that shit should add up to about 5.4 I be right back, I'm finna go get dressed Tell tha nigga
of it, quiet winters and leaves that always fall Your black boots, my red flower ring They're for the little things, oho, yeah, No fighting, black
I'm enjoy the ride, yeah Miss sweet little softcore pretender Somehow, babe, it got as hot as it gets With her black leather and gold spike suspenders And your chain, your black
What it's like to be in society with a shackle on your hand. When they let him out in '71 he'd lost a little weight But he dressed like Jimmy Cagney
murdered little Sadie in the first degree First degree and the second degree Got any papers won't you read 'em to me" They took me downtown all dressed in black
with a peso in my hand Watchin' flies and children on the street And I catch a glimpse of black-eyed girls who giggle when I smile There's a little boy