I wish I was a girl of sixteen Be the queen of the magazine I?d drive around in a great big car I?d have a chauffeur like a movie star And all night long
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I wish I was a girl of sixteen Be the queen of the magazine I?d drive around in a great big car I?d have a chauffeur like a movie star And all night
: I wish I was a girl of sixteen Be the queen of the magazine I?d drive around in a great big car I?d have a chauffeur like a movie star And all night
and plain My homegirl Money Jane CHORUS [Sean Paul] She get around, she get around a lot Alright check it out, she bust on the spot She get around, she get around a lot From Paris
survive Around the way girls, ready to ride Farmers daughter on the John Deer with pride Conservative blue bloods, intelligent minds With them girls next door
That's the new Gucci?s, 500 a piece I make her smile and I smile back Check the doors, Caddy-stones ya, I bought that Baby, we can go to Paris or Toronto
She's got an eighty-three two eighty z, just twenty three Lives on 42nd street, Paris, Tennessee Exactly nine hundred twenty four feet from her door to
'm cruisin down the street in my candy painted low (low) bouncin like a door, with 4 on my 6 4's I pull up wood grippin, doors tippin sittin low
Bird swings, sing blue, my Paris fling Out the screen door, off and old cassette My mind was tight and ran like a engine, When you showed up it was the
(Brewster-Neeson-Brewster) Blue master Thatcher got a well laid plan to make himself a singularly self-made man new Paris shirt, Ives Saint Laurent you
funk with triggers Don't believe in kids with that puts cat say Fuck around with Fasion get your whole shit bit Spend crazy years with the blues pay
to announce our arrival And after some scuffling inside a lamp was lit And the changing angle of light in the wide crack under the door Signalled the approach of someone within The door
we used to do Oh, lord I'm blue I'm crying over you Oh, lord I'm blue I'm crying over you Oh, lord I'm blue I'm crying over you Härligt! 1-2 1
Who'll pay for the crimes of Paris? Who'll pay for the crimes of Paris? Whose gonna pay for the crimes of Paris? Who'll pay for the crimes of Paris?
Hangs in my bedroom closet Now I hear Miss Lane Wants to even the score Well I swing both wats, Lois Come and knock on my door I'm your superlover I
