Lyrics:
fears
Already told you I'm right here
I will stay by your side every night
I don't know why you hide from the one
And close your eyes to the one
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you and fuck society to
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you and fuck the world because
My kind, my kind, my kind belong nowhere
My
designed to render funkable
Ideas brought to you by the makers of Mr. Prolong
Better known as Urge Overkill
The pimping of the Pleasure Principle
Oh,
smile, the sky turns from gray to blue
That's what you do
And you're the kind of girl I think of
And you're the kind of girl I dream about
My heart is
When I saw you on 8th street
You could make my life complete
Baby yeah, yeah, yeah
You're my-my kind of a girl
And when I saw you by the jukebox,
You're a special kind of bad, special kind of bad (Bad)
You're a special kind of bad with a perfect ass
You're a special kind of bad, special kind
Here we go, ugh
Personality walk, personality talk
Personality you got it
Loving on the Eastside, loving on the Westside too
Oh, I can tell by
and any kind of disorder
The new fearless types, as
Represented by Fifty
Move in the opposite direction
They find that the chaos of the times suit's
Their
you smile, the sky turns from gray to blue
That's what you do
And you're the kind of girl I think of
And you're the kind of girl I dream about
My heart
of wrist is that (Patek)
What is that in your cup (Lyn)
Every time they wanna know what kinda job I do (what kind)
If you do not know by now it means you
sweet man should pass me by
If I die where'll he be
He's the kind of a man needs the kind
Of a woman like me
Don't know any reason why
He treats me
sweet man should pass me by
If I die where'll he be
He's the kind of a man needs the kind
Of a woman like me
Don't know any reason why
He treats me
My kind's rough, a little rough around the edges, we all clock out around 5
My kind likes to have a cold beverage, we prefer it in a honky tonk
designed to render funkable
Ideas brought to you by the makers of Mr. Prolong
Better known as Urge Overkill
The pimping of the Pleasure Principle
Oh,
to the core you’re
One of a kind
One of a kind
One of a kind
Rotten to the core
One of a kind
One of a kind
One of a kind
Rotten to the core
One of a kind
One
ama igual você
Quer me deixar por que
My kind my kind of Jo
My kind my kind of Jo Jo Jo
My kind my kind of Jo
My kind my kind of Jo Jo Jo Jo Jo
Oh what
I'm not that kind of girl who thinks I can change the world
With just a simple twirl of my hair
I'll never break your heart, tear your soul apart
There's something I was taught
There's something I was taught
"Unto the least of these"
By folks who've gone on To do wrong by me
But I there's
You don't need diamonds and big fancy cars
You say you're happy right where you are
We're bound together by a little gold band
You're my kind
about it
And they was usin' up all kinds of cop equipment that they had hangin'
Around the Police Officer Station. They was takin' plaster tire
sweet man should pass me by
If I die where'll he be
He's the kind of a man needs the kind
Of a woman like me
Don't know any reason why
He treats me
Don't waste yo time
First place is mine
One of a Kind
We know they tried
They got denied
One of a Kind
I'm coming down
This ain't my prime
One
sweet man should pass me by
If I die, where'll he be?
He's the kind of a man needs the kind
Of a woman like me
Don't know any reason why
He treats
trucks by a fire
If you got some dirt roads back home
And your twang sounds a little like mine
Then you're one of our kind
The kind that gets
.jpg/189px-Roslyn_Kind_(cropped).jpg "Roslyn Kind")
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