terça-feira, setembro 14, 2010

Música actual para preparar as hostes para um vídeo fofinho


Dancing on the speakers, are you peaking with the tweakers?
Bigger, tanner breeders on the scene
And love don't last forever, so get your shit together
With open arms and livin what they seem


Oh oh oh
Oh oh
Oh oh oh
Oh oh


I don't need a doctor just a simple love concocter,
To slide to my socks slippery
No doubt a commitment
When I receive the shipment
Oh I need express delivery


Any which way, any which way,
You better take me, any which way you can
Any which way, any which way,
You better take me, any which way you can


No need reservations
No identification
To give me your relations
Sting me like a bee
Oh I want you to poke me
You better share something
Give me all your dark meat
Set my body free


Any which way, any which way,
You better take me, any which way you can
Any which way, any which way,
You better take me, any which way you can


You know baby, when i was taking my pantihose out of their egg this evening I thought I'm going to find that man with the right shade of bottle tan, a man that smells like cocoa butter and cash. Take my anyway you like it; in front of the fireplace, in front of your yacht, in front of my parents, I don't give a damn baby, just take me.


Any which way, any which way, any which way you can


Any which way, any which way,
You better take me, any which way you can
Any which way, any which way,
You better take me, any which way you can


Ah-h-h-h-h-h any which way you can


Any which way, any which way,
You better take me, any which way you can
Any which way, any which way,
You better take me, any which way you can


Any which way, any which way, any which way you can

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