Превод: Георг Danzer. Китайските.
Face dances tonight Fate chances moonlight Face dances tonight Fate chances moonlight Your skin is fine china White as winter snows Your lips are always shining Turning up your nose Face dances
She'll take a slowcar to China She'll pay the rent for the use of you She'll take a slowcar to China She'll pay the rent for the use of you tonight We
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me Nobody can disown me Nobody can ignore me So slow down One-trick pony I am not a one-trick pony I am not a one-trick pony For you I will not dance
You wake up on your own Sometimes walls come caving in Sometimes the world just hits your chin And sometimes shadows
t tell me yall alone (Whoa) This here like drug dealings Get your kiss out and I'm gone Seven hiaasen honeys piled up in the Bentley Coup Chinese chicken
Yeah, ay yo jungle, ay yo wiz Come on man, let's do this It's a braveheart party y'all, c'mon Throw your hands up 'cuz we wanna dance Don't be afraid
fuckin you, I'd masturbate I shouldn't of had to wait, I think you blew your big chance You rejected when I asked about the eighth grade dance Now I'm
and gentlemen Lions and tigers come running Just to steal your luck, yeah A rainy Lithuanian Who's dancing as an Indian Painted in my tiger skin Especially in Michigan Double chins
out tonight And so they found a place to hide Does it help, you stay up late? Does it help, you concentrate? Does it tune you in when you chew your chin
Drop, drop, get low wit it Drop, drop, get low Drop, drop, get low wit it I wanna see you shake that ass on the pole [Too $hort] You like a Chinese
buying me a ticket I thank they all dance at club nikki's now where them hoes who be spittin that game I thank they all dance at tha blue flame where
Or just kiss it, kiss it, kiss it Do something, uh uh, do something See we can take it slow, or we can take it there I'm thinking lap dance and you should
Or just kiss it, kiss it, kiss it Do something, uh uh, do something See we can take it slow, or we can take it there I?m thinking lap dance and you should
mash Make you scratch your head and wonder is he really that flash But it really doesn't matter 'cause you know I keep it moving Middle of the dance
chimney with care In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there The children were nestled, all snug in their beds While visions of sugar-plums danced
I don't want to be a bother But I think the phone's for you I've got orange pants, I wear them when I dance But I don't get out that much You are just