Lyrics:
hope I can disappear"
And fly fly away, from this dirty boulevard
I want to fly, from dirty boulevard
I want to fly, from dirty boulevard
I want
All my clothes are dirty like rubbish
It's weird 'cause I wash them often
They stain too easily and quickly,
Just because of what I do
Someone said
Just Dance
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Gaga (Oh oh, eh)
I've had a little bit too much, much
(Oh, oh, oh oh)
All of the people start to rush
(Start to rush by
me dirty
You doin' me dirty
You know (yeah, dirty, dirty)
How we let it get like this? I don't know (yeah)
But that nigga can't save your soul
is all black when I'm makin' the moves
Similar to the new PlayStation 2
I can't help it if the club only packin' a G
And the fire marshal wanna shut
of elevators "They're all dirty"
Phoneheads began to speak "You can't trust anybody"
But security couldn't get her down
She was welded to the eagle's beak
of elevators "They're all dirty"
Phoneheads began to speak "You can't trust anybody"
But security couldn't get her down
She was welded to the eagle's beak
the back of your head
I fight dirty, just like your looks
Can't take, can't take, can't take any more
Take back
Take back
Take
Taste of bad blood
And I have to say, by the way
I just may like some explanations
Can I ask you a question?
Did you ever have someone kiss you in a crowded room
In a drunken town fight
In the port of Amsterdam
There's a sailor who's born
On a hot muggy morn
By the dawn's early light
In the port
a drunkin' down fight.
But in the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who's born
On a muggy, hot morn by the dawns early light.
In the port of Amsterdam
the most opinionated
Are the ones who hide their
Dirty, Dirty Little Secret
I'll be leaving the status quo behind
How can you know someone
Until you
Unashamed, Uno Uno Seis, whoa
Tatted on my skin, all up in your face, whoa
If I ain't bout that live, then I ain't really livin'
But if you can't see my light
virtue, their goodness all gone
For a few dirty coins, well, he just can't go on
Throws his nose to the sky and he aims it up above
And he pisses like I
people
Is the scar too deep
You can't hold a man's soul
By the color of his keys
A tear of blood runs from my eye
But somehow I can never
Make
and the bills that's overdue
The job you're workin'...Lord, we need money, too
No I didn't come to fight
If he was a better man I might
But I wouldn't dirty
boulevard
He's going out, to the dirty boulevard
He's going down, to the dirty boulevard
This room cost 2,000 dollars a month
You can believe it man it's
hope I can disappear"
And fly fly away, from this dirty boulevard
I want to fly, from dirty boulevard
I want to fly, from dirty boulevard
I want
Yo, whattup ma'? I got a pocket full of stinkies
Let's go spend these right quick (what's that?)
All my fly bitches like (dirty money, dirty
motherfucker
Turn me up some
Yo
Oh shit
Who those motherfuckers
Comin' in here?
No, it can't be
Ah
Yo yo, gimme some room
I'm throwin' elbows
Two little Hitlers will fight it out until
One little Hitler does the other one's will
I will return
I will not burn
Down in the basement
I need my
There you sit
All by yo'self
Everybody's dancin'
They can't a-help themselves
The mood is much too strong
You can't a-hold out longer
So get
me again I'll tell you the same
Persuaded by one sexy dame
No I do not feel no shame
You are on the road
Can I get a little lovin' from you
Can
imagine that? they won't fight back
I got a theory on that
A whale's heart is as big as a car
A whaler's thought must be smudged by the dark
They won't
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