She was a princess, Queen of the highway Sign on the road said, "Take us to Madre" No one could save her, save the blind tiger He was a monster, black
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've been given A thousand times before Just more more More of that jazz More no more of that jazz (thankyou) Give me no more No more of that jazz Huh
Překlad: Královna. Víc toho jazzu.
: Ibrahim, Ibrahim, Ibrahim, Allah, Allah, Allah, Allah will pray for you. Hey! Mustapha, Mustapha, Mustapha Ibrahim. Mustapha, Mustapha, Mustapha
: Oh how wrong can you be ? Oh to fall in love Was my very first mistake How was I to know I was far too much in love to see ? Oh jealousy look at me
: Ooh, yeah Fool always jumpin' never happy where you land, hey Fool got no bus'ness take your living where you can (ha) Hey, hurry down the highway
: Monday the start of my holiday Freedom for just one week Feels good to get away ooh Tuesday saw her down on the beach I stood and watched a while
: Oh I used to be your baby Used to be your pride and joy Mmm, You used to take me dancing Just like any other boy But now you've found another partner
