Kong boogie dance on, dance on Sex bomb boogie dance on, dance on I'm just gift wrapped to be unwrapped fuel injected And I'm on firearm boogie dance on, dance on Sex
'Cuz girl, I can tell That you got that good sex So put yo hands up Ladies, put yo hands up If you got that good sex Ooh, my goodness sex at first sight
Forget it, You wouldn´t understand anyway
1, 2, 3, 4 So you're a lowrider, man Walkin' down the street Get into your lowrider All those girls you'll meet Get out after school just to play it
Ever live a life that's real Full of zest, but no appeal Ever want to cry so much You want to die Ever feel that you've been had Had so much that you
Conspiracy is the game That the us likes to play Working, work a thousand ways And still you´re only a slave Working for your meals And you´
I am the earthworm I live underground I am the earthworm I live in the dark I am the earthworm I live off decay I am the earthworm And no one sees me
She's a sex bomb my baby - yeah (repeat endlessly)
Feeling so run down, i´m feeling so tired Feeling so run down, i´m feeling so tired Running round town trying to get me Something to pick
your main target come and help me ignite ow Love struck holding you tight hold me tight darlin' Make me explode although you know the route to go to sex
I burned myself But the sex was good But the sex was good Wayward breeze made to the world come to tell you But the sex was good Sex was good, yeah,
Leaves are falling, and something's calling me here. The state of depression that I'm walking in, Got the impression that I won't stay here long. I know
Im Schlaf nebenan passieren Dinge, die ich nicht verstehen kann Warum tust Du das? Warum tust Du das dann, wenn Du wei?t, da? ich Dir das, was Du brauchst
Sex Bomb Sex Bomb Sex Bomb Do Me, do me Sex Bomb Sex Bomb Sex Bomb Do Me, do me
She's A Sex Bomb Baby Sex Bomb Baby Yeah! She's A Sex Bomb My Baby Yeah
'd leave if I could I'm not in love but the sex is good You can't mistake it 'cause it's understood I'm not in love but the sex is good Yeah, hmm You
One of these days you'll get away from London town Causing chaos and delay on the underground I'll read your letter as I pass away the time Stuck in a
Hot from Hell and Hades For gentlemen and ladies The little biddy babies And the household pet The punches and the Judys The crunches and the bruises