've taken my heart How do you make me cry? You say you don't believe in luck and I do agree with you Sometimes I really have to wonder I sure feel lucky
Translation: Slick Shoes. Lucky.
've taken my heart. How do you make me cry? You say you don't believe in luck and I do agree with you. Sometimes I really have to wonder. I sure feel lucky
walked right up to the door. Went inside looking slick as snot with his smile so suave that the women all dropped. Bag in hand with his hammer inside it. Shoes
gin is cold But the piano's hot It's just a noisy hall Where there's a nightly brawl And all that jazz Slick your hair And wear your buckle shoes And
and now its g-unit, and I came to get it on, you ain't hot, nigga you look warm, ill hog tie your ass with g-unit shoes on, you had pump it up that was
can?t do it Lily: yes you can, Miley your smart, your funny and you?re totally cute, and now, you have my lucky bracelet Miley: ok Lily: WAIT! Bugger
can't do it Lily: yes you can, Miley your smart, your funny and you're totally cute, and now, you have my lucky bracelet Miley: ok Lily: WAIT! Bugger
gin is cold but the piano's hot It's just a noisy hall, where there's a nightly brawl And all - a-that - Ja-yazz Slick your hair and wear your buckle shoes
hit the cellulite for a turkey meal delight (Fat Sweaty Betty) 'Cuz I don't care, you know I'm not afraid to cook Take off your shoes and let me lick
just a noisy hall where there's a nightly brawl And all... that... jazz Skidoo And all that jazz Hotcha...Whoopee And all that jazz Slick your hair, and wear your buckle shoes
the gin is cold but the piano's hot It's just a noisy hall, where there's a nightly brawl And all - a-that - Ja-yazz Slick your hair and wear your buckle shoes
do me I work for my spot so don't try to remove me 'Cause I can swing a rap like a batter hits a fast ball Put on my track shoes and run right pass all
