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A Foreign Sound (Caetano Veloso) · A Foreign Sound (Caetano Veloso) · A Foreign Field That Is Forever England (Amazing Blondel) · The Collection [Foreign Media] (Johnny Cash) · Foreign Funk (Keith Marks) · Strange Foreign Beauty [Single] (Michael Learns to Rock) · Celtic Heritage [Foreign Media] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · What's Love Got To Do With It/Foreign Affair (Tina Turner) · At Foreign Shores: Live in Japan (Storm Warrior) · Foreign Affair (Tina Turner) – and 90 other albums »


Foreign affair.
Take a trip in the air
To a tropical beach,
An island to reach.
A new territory
For an intimate story,
A lagoon by la mer.
school
They pay to put you in the classes
It's your chance to reach the masses


CHORUS
This ain't no trip to a foreign land
This ain't no trip
Foreign affair.
Take a trip in the air
To a tropical beach,
An island to reach.
A new territory
For an intimate story,
A lagoon by la mer.
Floating down through the clouds
Memories come rushing up to meet me now.
In the space between the heavens
and in the corner of some foreign field
Floating down
Through the clouds
Memories come rushing up to meet me now
But in the space between the heavens
And in the corner of some foreign
Met a girl on trip to Spain
Took a walk and in the rain
Dinner by candle-light, every night
She was everyman's delight

Had a dream
thai
I dropped out of Kooley High, gassed up by a coke head cutie pie
Jungle survivor, fuck who's the liver
My man put the battery in my back,
No current is waned
Where it wants to go
Some are only happy
In the throes
Of bitter arguments
Ready and packed
To ride there by train ride
By
woolie thai 
I dropped out of Kooley High, gassed up by a coke head cutie pie 
Jungle survivor, fuck who's the liver 
My man put the battery in my back,
The high and the low
Mommy, daddy, you and I
Going on a trip

And we're not going home
Mommy, daddy, you and I
Driving, keep driving
Driving, driving
I like
Lucky for you, that's what I like, that's what I like
Sex by the fire at night
Silk sheets and diamonds all white
Lucky for you, that's
Wish I was a stocking clanging to your thigh
Everytime you'd move around I'd view you walking by
Wish I was your underwear hanging around your
a trip down memory lane
Comin' outta Queensbridge

One for the money, two for pussy and foreign cars
Three for Alize niggaz deceased or behind bars
I
And you measure for wealth by the things you can hold 
And you measure for love by the sweet things you're told
And you live in the past or a dream
Now it was a hot sticky morning
'Round the Fourth of July
The breeze was standing still
I'm hanging out by myself
And I'm having a good time
[Busta Rhymes]
Yo, it all began like, bust it
My nigga City bout to bounce on a trip
We met some niggas with a lot of things they want em to flip
Well, the worst trip I ever had
Was a night ride to Trinidad
All the anchors waving in the air
On long black chains of greasy hair
I was riding
Leather riders
Selling news
The monk bought lunch

Ha ha, he bought a little
Yes, he did
Woo
This is the best part of the trip
This is the trip, the best
is the best part of the trip, 
This is the trip, the best part 
I really like, 
What'd he say?, 
Yeah!, 
Yeah, right! 
Pretty good, huh, 
Huh!,
As a hot sticky thing with a tight derriere
Let me tell you 'bout my trip to the south of France
The women down there they never wear pants
By hook by crook
niggas that I’d kill for joy
Either Gunplay, runway, trip avoid
Prolly get found by a lil' fishin' boy
Arnold Schwarzenegger, toss a nigga
Like codeine
Take... We can take a trip up to the corner...
corner... corner... It's not too far...
Ok, I'm ready, anytime.
I have a college pal who
Says we
the levee's open
Foreign trips, fortified zips, heavy smoking
Problem tips, 45 clips, Chevy smoking
[?] got into this, I bet he make it
Ain't gotta give me
Ross (Ugh)
550 Benz four doors
Praying for my niggas, they lost
Dyin' on things, they wolves
Ridin' on a gang that floss
Multiplyin by the gang that
I be dissin a
Unofficial that smoke woolie thai
I dropped out of Kooley High, ga**ed up by a cokehead cutie pie

Jungle survivor, f*** who's