Chorus:
Drunk look on my body bitch hardly need a husband.
From dating to bed one step, as in the Moulin Rouge.
Finish all that I pour you, yes, yes.
You hang out with the boys from the bottom.
Another sip, she is ready to fly.
After all, I am ready for anything, but not my own.
I do not believe my eyes, you do not believe in love.
I pour rum, I not only drink blood.
Cocktail from the senses knocked down the tower, like Jet Li.
This is fantastic, wilds, Stanley.
And so the whole of July:
That screams, then moans fly into the lobby.
Better put your ass in the chair.
We honestly have nothing to catch together so closely.
A tablet from the head, what plans, who do you treat.
Dot and over.
No, we are you.
But something at the end again asks for a visit.
In a sable coat, but against anger.
Not gaining weight and losing brains.
Do your bitch after the stick, throwing a bone.
I do not even remember the color of the eyes, jump in Dad's S-class.
Get out of here, take the clothes, because you are standing without rhinestones.
What are you standing without us.
You hang out with the boys from the bottom.
Chorus:
Drunk look on my body bitch hardly need a husband.
From dating to bed one step, as in the Moulin Rouge.
Finish all that I pour you, yes, yes.
You hang out with the boys from the bottom.
Another sip, she is ready to fly.
After all, I am ready for anything, but not my own.
I'm on the block, 3am. The singleton of the syllable Trimax.
You and I do not shine and day.
Stop poisoning, I need Vitoks.
Mad mode and money to the wind
Hundreds of nights, like thousands of lives.
Eternal minor with us in the Moulin Rouge.
And it's not that I'm in shit.
After all, my everyday life for you, just so exotic.
All on the ointment, thanks for the show.
I'll leave you where I found you.
Don't pretend that my whole movement turns you on like this.
So as you I do not believe, and therefore.
Baby your gorgeous look, just decorate the surroundings.
Do not load me.
Baby your gorgeous look for lave, he immediately ours.
Another sip.
Chorus:
Drunk look on my body bitch hardly need a husband.
From dating to bed one step, as in the Moulin Rouge.
Finish all that I pour you, yes, yes.
You hang out with the boys from the bottom.
Another sip, she is ready to fly.
After all, I am ready for anything, but not my own.
