Lyrics:
I taste just like candy.. candy
I taste just like candy..
.. so dance with me
Yo, now let me paint y'all a picture
Fox pimp hard, just quiet
happy together
I just wonder not that I care
Tell me did she look lovely as ever
Like an angel with golden hair
Does she still close her eyes when she
your heart
First you feel that beat start
bubbling under
Then you hear the tom-toms
Loud as thunder
(it's moving me!)
Sounds a lot like being free
When
album baby, I came back around
By myself this time, back off the wall
Guns up in the air in the middle of the streets like blak blak blak, welcome
I know where to find her when I cross that Rio Grande
We really get it cookin' when we get down by the water
Like a chicken quesadilla and a red hot
a trance
It's somethin' funny made by me and it's called the Biz Dance
I think the way I do it is so unique
By the way I move my hands, hip,s legs
heart out
Don't make me bring the white guitar out
Like the one in Wayne's World
That was shining in the window
Since 13 I been a nympho
Fuck That's
Spoken by Claudia Marshall at 90.7 WFUN-FM with Adam Schlesinger and Chris Collingwood
CM: Adam and Chris of Fountains of Wayne are with me here,
had hair like wool, like Wayne
Dropping ashes in the bible
I shake em out and they fall on the rifle
Scary, Hail Mary no tale fairy
All real very,
had hair like wool, like Wayne
Dropping ashes in the bible
I shake em out and they fall on the rifle
Scary, Hail Mary no tale fairy
All real very,
about John Wayne and Billy the Kid
Shit, all them motherfuckers dead
And did you know that every other bitch from the Wild, Wild West
End up dying from
had hair like wool, like Wayne
Dropping ashes in the bible
I shake em out and they fall on the rifle
Scary, Hail Mary no tale fairy
All real very,
race, like I'm runnin' on my hands
A dance marathon on my napalms and
Drop mine's first so that they bombs can't
and glocks, lasers, missles beat rocks,
Love, soft as an easy chair
Love, fresh as the morning air
One love that is shared by two
I have found with you
Like a rose under the April
Salthill or Mallow
I stood like John Wayne by the wall
Lined up like cattle, we waited to do battle and fall
You can't wine and dine her in an old Morris
invade
That thing, Ima make you mine, like I made
That thing, ima take my time, ima laid
Back Wayne, ima take your head back, sing
So just take me up
Uh, uh
I got that real good, feel good stuff
Up under the seat of my big black jacked up truck
Rollin' on thirty-fives
Pretty girl by my side
that you're acting like fools
If there's music we can use it, be free to dance
We don't have the time for psychological romance
No romance, no
dance to you
Then, I told her one two, cha cha cha
One two, cha cha cha
And up now, baby and back now
That's right, turn now, alright let's cross
word was bitch let a nigga through
I observe, the shit that muthafuckas do
You got nerve, what if this shit happen to you
Like the proverb, and it
album baby, I came back around
By myself this time, back off the wall
Guns up in the air in the middle of the streets like blak blak blak, welcome
Get out your heart
What I've got's hot stuff
The night is ours
Coffee glass that had fell from my hand
Like a child couldn't quite understand
got a feeling that you have a heart like mine,
So let it show, let it shine
Oh, if we have change to make one heart of two
Then I just want to dance
E-Double
It's those hazel green eyes that keep my man in trouble
Girls ride the tip, brothers on his sac
I had to change my name to Bruce Wayne, also
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