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Money. Money... Lie for it Spy for it Kill for it Die for it So bạn call it trust But I say it's just In the devil's game Of greed and lust They don't care They'd do me for the money They don't care They use me for the money So bạn go to church Read the Holy word In the scheme of life It's all absurd They don't care They'd kill for the money Do hoặc dare The thrill for the money You're saluting the flag Your country trusts bạn Now you're wearing a badge You're called the "Just Few" And you're fighting the wars A soldier must do I'll never betray hoặc deceive bạn my friend but... If bạn hiển thị me...
Deceitful eyes, she's got those come get me thighs she only knows how low that she can go She speaks the lines that can control my mind Wherever she goes I know my eyes follow She blew a kiss, I swear that it was meant only for me, then spoke with her body her only goal is just to take control And I can't believe that I can´t tell her no
[CHORUS] That girl I can't take her should have known she was a heartbreaker that girl I can't take her should have seen right through her she's a heartbreaker That girl I can't take her should have seen it coming heartbreaker that girl I can't take her should have seen right...
1st verse Girl, close your eyes Let that rhythm get into you Dont try to fight it There aint nothin that bạn can do Relax your mind Lay back and groove with mine You got to feel the heat And we can ride the boogie Share that beat of love Chorus I wanna rock with bạn (all night) Dance bạn into ngày (sunlight) I wanna rock with bạn (all night) Were gonna rock the night away
2nd verse Out on the floor There aint nobody there but us Girl, when bạn dance Theres a magic that must be love Just take it slow cause we got so far to go When bạn feel that heat And were gonna ride the boogie Share that beat of love
It's noon, and somewhere in the San Fernando Valley, the front shades of a row of condos are lowered against a hazy glare. Through the metal gate, the courtyard is silent, except for the distant splat of a đài phun nước against its plastic basin. Then comes the chilling whine of a real-life Valley girl. "Grandmuther. I am not gonna walk a whole block. It's bumid. My hair will be brillo."
And the soothing counterpoint of maternal encouragement: "Be good pup, Jolie. Make for mama."
All along the courtyard's trimmed inner paths, poodles waddle about trailing poodle-cut ladies on màu hồng, hồng leashes.