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David Lee Roth Your Filthy Little Mouth

me A little bit of luck (Luck) I've got it Alright A little bit of luck (Luck) How bout it? A little bit of luck (Luck) How bout it? Alright A little

David, maybe you can help me without Goin' back and listening to the lyrics Sure, what's up, Travis? You know what, do we wanna do everything in unison

'll keep the motor runnin' I stand corrected, baby, I'm hearin' voices, honey You got my engines hummin' and now I'm really runnin' Right up your driveway, playin' hide in your

[Incomprehensible] My train your station full speed across the nation You'll be brownin' your Bermudas When I blow this tomb with a view, yeah, all right

First I take my finger And put it on your skin Makes a little white mark And then it turns to red again So, if you're lazy on a Sunday And you got nothin

you want With your filthy little mouth I'm not a little Henry Miller With your Huckleberry Finn Come and assume the position, honey Let's begin You can do your

I'm drivin' in my '57 dream It's gettin' late don't know just where I've been And I'm comin' to you from All points in between A little lovin' On my mind A little