When you're sitting there in your silk upholstered chair Talking to those rich folks that you know Well I hope you won't see me in my ragged company You
I don't mind you comin' here And wastin' all my time 'Cause when you're standin', oh, so near I kinda lose my mind, yeah It's not the perfume that you
I'm gonna take a freight train down at the station, Lord I don't care where it goes Gonna climb a mountain, the highest mountain, Lord And gonna jump
Hey, uh huh, huh Hey, uh huh, huh That's what I like about you The way you hold me tight Tell me I'm the only one Wanna come over tonight, yeah You'
You show us everything you've got You keep on dancin' and the room gets so hot You drive us wild, we'll drive you crazy And you say you wanna go for
you're makin' me wait If you're leadin' me on I need to know (I need to know) I need to know (I need to know) Who would have thought That you'd fall
. Now, these fine ladies, they had a plan, They was out to hang with me and the band. They said, come on, dudes, lets get it on, And Poison tore that
Slim [Spoken] Now, if I were Big Jim, I woulda Taken all the money, grabbed the best looking girl I seen, jumped in my car, and got the hell outta town. You'd
TV's dead and gone I may be lonely but I'm never alone And the night may pass me by, but I'll never cry Take away, take away my eyes Sometimes I'd rather
(Hey man) Oh, leave me alone, you know (Hey man) Oh Henry, get off the phone, I gotta (Hey man) I gotta straighten my face This mellow thighed chick
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
laughter, I am rage My love's forever, my heart is true You live for me, I'd die for you Oh yeah, rock it, baby Guitar solo Bridge Pretty girl, I'd
Translation: Poison. I'd Die For You.
That girl had got me straight, and I was ready to go, yeah! B!!! (yeah..) B!!! (yeah..) D!!! (yeah...) B.B.D B!!! (yeah..) B!!! (yeah..) D!!! (yeah...) B.B.D
d?Italie mais d?une ex colonie aujourd?hui sous dictature. Ici, pas de temps a perdre copain, quand on a le pif dans la merde et l?epiderme d?un africain
et cree des ronces dans vos bouquets de fleurs de lys, d?annees d?histoire de France, vues et corrigees, rectifiees par la plume et le vecu de fils d
got that poison, uh huh I got that poison, that poison on my mind I got that poison, uh huh I got that poison, uh huh I got that poison, that poison
Fresh off the boat Fresh off the boat Fresh off the boat I rock these bare feet like no one else can My hands are dirty I like 'em that way, shows who
