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Girls, Girls, Girls - We Love Girls (The Four Seasons) · Girls Girls Girls (Elvis Costello) · Kid Galahad/Girls! Girls! Girls! (Elvis Presley) · Girls! Girls! Girls! [Bonus Tracks] (Elvis Presley) · Cappucino Classics, Vol. 3: Girls Girls Girls (Hutchinson, Hutch) · K-Tel Presents Girls Girls Girls 20 Great Hits (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Girls! Girls! Girls! (Duane Eddy) · Girls, Girls, Girls [WMO] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Girls, Girls, Girls! (Gordon Langford) · Girls! Girls! Girls! (Elvis Presley) – and 90 other albums »


You take sugar and spice
Everything nice
And you got a little girl
You take snakes and snails
Some puppy dog tails
And you got a little boy
made of
Hearts say goodbye
Hearts have to cry
Hearts on a tree
Walks by the sea
Snakes, snails, puppy dog tails
Sugar, spice everything nice
Yeah,
Little by little is the finest meal
It's half the type for hope
Come and see

You mix it all together in your dreams
Ingredients from the Seven Seas, and I
the Globe
Little by little is the finest meal
It's half the type for hope
Come and see

You mix it all together in your dreams
Ingredients from
Yeah, the trouble with girls
Is nobody loves trouble as much as me

They're sugar and spice and angel wings
Hell on wheels and tight blue jeans
A summer
sugar, boys are spice
Mix 'em up, you pay the price
Never thinkin'
What you sacrificed

And now it's just too late
So how can you complain
That
the Globe
Little by little is the finest meal
It's half the type for hope
Come and see

You mix it all together in your dreams
Ingredients from
on the beep, beep, beep
Fill a, nigga to the rim like brim
Do a drive-by while I'm suckin' on a Endo stem
Mix Hennesey with Thunderbird, Gin and juice
I'm
morning when I was just two or three
Everyone around who didn't quite fit in the mix
Turned and waved goodbye and disappeared without a hitch
Except my
the bass in the mix 
You know what's next bitch 
I'm sure to get rich 

[Chorus]

Ha ha 
I'd be the thuggin' ass outlaw 
Til my fuckin' casuct drops
Kill us with your fist now baby mix it with me
You see me function better when I get approximately
High by my technical flyby
I function better with
As I walked out in lower Manhattan
A girl I chanced to pass by
Something about her caught my attention
Something hard to identify

She carried
the bass in the mix 
You know what's next bitch 
I'm sure to get rich 

[Chorus]

Ha ha 
I'd be the thuggin' ass outlaw 
Til my fuckin' casuct drops
to drop, stop

You ain't know I'm nice girl, you'se a 'Wannabe'
Like the Spice Girls, you betta think twice, girl
I'm untryable, undeniable
Won't be held
she's sweet sixteen
He's madder than hell cause she was last seen
Jumping on the back of some boy's jet ski
That girl done flew the coupe (goodbye)
No
tight, see me catching flights 
At the international terminal, where you don't go 
So don't go and diss, big groups, will get ripped 
And tripped by mic
tight, see me catching flights 
At the international terminal, where you don't go 
So don't go and diss, big groups, will get ripped 
And tripped by mic
like a quaker 
But take the raincoats, for the oats 
When you crush trail mix yo, I dig my grits fixed slow 
With butter, you slip up in the grits
niggas in every cell
From my block to the world, gave the glock to my girl
Don't mix the kids with the biz'
Baby, the industry's hell worth it

Oh, I
all who pick at me
I'm pickin' a rott mix, fuck the dogs you sic on me
I'm sayin' you motherfuckers don't know us, quit playin'
If I'm broke, then
And clutch my nuts sack and spit all who pick at me
I'm pickin' a rott mix, fuck the dogs you sic on me
I'm sayin' you motherfuckers don't know us, quit
nuts sack and spit all who pick at me
A pitt and rott mix, fuck the dogs you sic on me
I'm sayin' you motherfuckers don't know us, quit playin'
If I'm
thrill sticks
This girl will spit fire
Got me doing pirouettes over her guilt trip wire
I still skip by a land mine or two, see I've learned the landscape
all who pick at me
I'm pickin' a rott mix, fuck the dogs you sic on me
I'm sayin' you motherfuckers don't know us, quit playin'
If I'm broke, then