tell you 'bout how these things work. See, I am the customer, And the customer is always right. Austin: She's right! Tasha: I am the customer, And the customer
say, yeah "She's custom made yeah custom made for me to love Custom made, yeah for me to love, yeah Custom made for me to love" Yeah I gotta say, "She's custom
way (But don't give the game aay) There must be another way There must be a better way There must be a quicker way 21, good looking from New York Custom
't touch my custom machine Well, with Naugahyde bucket seats in front and back Check my custom machine Everything is chrome, man, even my jack Check my custom
Early in the morning, risin' to the street Light me up that cigarette and I'll strap shoes on my feet Got to find a reason, a reason things went wrong
Snowy night i'm heading home An airport bar, girl you sat all alone I said, "hello, How've you been?" God girl, it's sure good to see you agian Remember
Lately I just ain't been myself Lately I've been feelin' somethin' else These thoughts ain't helping me, to let go of your memory Lately I just ain't
We both lie silently still In the dead of the night Although we both lie close together We feel miles apart inside Was it something I said or something
3am, my phone starts to ring Make no mistake it's just a sexual thing You keep telling me I'm the only one but you'll go back to him, when the night is
Jesse was raised in the Hollywood Hills Living the perfect life Jesse was told what to think, what to wear What she could and could not buy Her parents
Oh yeah Rock it baby My pretty girl, you move so sexy in your skin Spread your wings for me, let my love come in My sexy girl, all the world's your stage
Runnin' I-I-I, can't answer, [Incomprehensible] [Incomprehensible] It's me I'm customized I'm customized I'm customized I'm customized I'm customized
Daddy! Come on! (Ven y huele, mi candela Mira esa morena como activa esa suela Mas candela, mueve esa tela Mi rumba se cuela para que quemartela) 2x
At the top where the criminal minds meet That's where the cream is (right) , that's where your dream is (well ain't it?) Hook: You're only a customer
Saint Teresa the Sacred parted us in 1783 Her body was found incorrupt with no sign of decay Saint Frances Xavier got dug up in 1975 All the priests were
nines on the cover of New York Times Tattoos down our spine with the the picture of a dime Cuttin' niggaz short like inmates for phone time Everything I get is custom
's on sale? I'm a customer I'm a customer I'm a customer I'm a customer I love you Customer I'm a customer I'm a customer I'm a customer I'm in love
On my face I scratched out something like a silhouette around the golden ten like lambs, on my face I've hidden away any embarrassment, away from my