Lyrics:
why my balls are bigger than a dynamite satchel of pain,
Well I was born in the back of a truck on the fourth of july,
I was raised by a Portuguese
Swahili
She speaks to me in Albanian,
Arabic, Hindu, Ukrainian
Czech, Russian, Portuguese,
And even Greek to me
She do it to me
Do it to me
Do it to me
Do
you always had this ending in mind, and I
I don't wanna be just another one of those guys Next to you in photo 'neath a Portugese sky Had bigger
only speak Portuguese
Bad bitch only speak Portuguese
Bitch I’ve been high like all week
Bitch I’ve been high like all week
Bitch I’m high ain’t comin’
And the mask soon slips away
Strange taste of a tropical fruit
Romantic language of the Portuguese
Melody on a wooden flute
Samba floating in the summer
oh
So many stars, so many stars
(Portuguese)
Along the countless days, the endless nights
That I have searched so many eyes
So many hearts, so
Who?
Los Beatles
Los Beatles? Great, great laugh
I don't suppose you know the title of your film in Portuguese?
No, crinsk dee Night?
Could be,
knees
He dreams of honey dripping from a spoon
Girls whispering in Portuguese
Between the muzzle and the black site
Electrical contact
Deny your
Portuguese is I'm some clever guy.
But if "parley vous" means "how are you"
then won't you tell me why
When it's night-time in Italy it's Wednesday over
And the mask soon slips away
Strange taste of a tropical fruit
Romantic language of the Portuguese
Melody on a wooden flute
Samba floating in the summer
To a wizened word
For ere to go unheard
You gashed the heart of my heart
Like a Portuguese witch
I'd planned for you this land
But you devoured my hand
Will burn thee to a wizened word
For ere to go unheard.
You gashed the heart of my heart
Like a Portuguese
Witch,
I'd planned for you this land
No
(No no no no) Portuguese for you não
Japanese? Boy you know
(I said it) I said no
(I said it) I said no
I think, I think that was it
Yep
Portuguese or Spanish
But she would make up her mind
Jenny made her mind up at fifty-one
She would write her memoirs before she was done
The very day her
a city, play the cello
Play at Monte Carlo, play Othello
Move into the white house, paint it yellow
Speak Portuguese and dutch
And if it's not too
Romantic language of the Portuguese
Melody on a wooden flute
Samba floating in the Summer breeze
Float on
It's alright you can stay asleep
You can
the brown and the black
COVID-19 got us on our knees
Got the temperature risin' 106 degrees
It don't care if you speak Cantonese
François or Portuguese
Romantic language of the Portuguese
Melody on a wooden flute
Samba floating in the Summer breeze
Float on
It's alright you can stay asleep
You can
languages
Swedish, Polish, Portuguese, French
You've seen all the pictures
That I never sent
So can we talk? Can we talk?
So can we talk? Can we talk?
Let's
They kickin' Sierra B (liar)
I got Brazilian baddies on the bench speakin' Portuguese (Portuguese)
This for the gang land, the favelas
We ball like
let you know when she's arrived
Oh she okay she just runnin' an errand
With this Portuguese dime piece named Karen
Bouncin' through the mall,
Portuguese dime piece named Karen
Bouncin' through the mall, spottin' 'em all
A sucker for a dick sucker ready to fall
For a daughter like yours
Got him
Portuguese is I'm some clever guy.
But if "parley vous" means "how are you"
then won't you tell me why
When it's night-time in Italy it's Wednesday over
P, she turn Pesbian (pushin' P, I'm pushin' P)
Off capital P, I rock these Presidents, count presidents (pushin' P)
Portuguese on her knees, moppin'
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