Lyrics:
a bit by the years on the road
And the women I've known
Rebecca, you look like the name I gave to you
Ooo, Rebecca, if you only knew...
Go home,
tan
Rome burns as we dance cheek to cheek
Titanic's sinking but oooh do we look chic
New york city's got the hong kong flu
And I can't take my eyes off
By a bitch
It makes no sense right?
Pussy tight
I bet that bitch clench like
The jaws of life
And it ain't got no stench like
Your dirty wife
So
chic-a-tah
In a minute, I'ma take-a ya on (I'ma take you on)
I'ma take-a ya on (I'ma take you on) (hey, hey, hey)
All my people on the floor, let me see
Ya lo sé, tu eres así
Ésto es chic y te divierte
Pero pensando por él
Y en el día que despierte
Vergüenza me da quererte
Y el destino ha sido cruel
Si
wanna get in the zone)
If you really wanna battle, saddle up and get your rhythm
Tryin' to hit it, chic-a-tah
In a minute I'ma take a you on (I'ma take
proud
She's delicious, she is pure
She's nutritious, she's cocksure
She can cook and she is chic
And we love her wings and beak
She is tender, she
will always be this way
Paint the lines in gray
So, I think about nearly nothing else, still I'm on my own
Staying in ain't chic when you've got no home
your hair five times a week
You can change your name, get a little bit crazy
You can dance in the rain, rockin' secondhand chic
But I live for the day
your hair five times a week
You can change your name, get a little bit crazy
You can dance in the rain, rockin' secondhand chic
But I live for the day
She's art dealer chic
Would you be my friend, my freak?
She's (yeah) art dealer chic
Would you be my friend, my freak?
These lips can't wait
Elle habite Paris, pourvu que rien ne change
Madame est chic
Apéro Paris au bord de Seine
Madame se complique la vie à être une bohème
Madame est
She's art dealer chic
Would you be my friend, my freak?
She's (yeah) art dealer chic
Would you be my friend, my freak?
These lips can't wait
Look, I can help you
Tumble through the galaxy
Somersaulting backwards into vacuous finality
Shabby chic
Overnight a fireball from magic camp
Inspired by
to anything...
Don't try to tell me that you're an intellectual
Cause you're just another boring bisexual
("I met Andy Warhol at a really chic party")
Blow it out
You was the fucking chic
Yup you were that fucking chic
Tore my ass down but I grew
Back like a Chia Pet
Roses are red but my veins run blue
Subzero
Put your hand down, boy
Welcome to my zoo
Put your head inside
My big black wild while
I can still help you
See the snake-baboon
Funky, chic
a helmet to stir up the ranks
One Donna Summer, two more by Chic
Three Sylvester, Toot toot beep beep
But look there's Stevie Wonder and Marvin Gaye
That
I was standing in the spotlight
playing by their hand, smiling for the fans, yeah
I was trynna keep my head high
do they see through me? do they see
Vai vai
Accost
Tras n'cap a me
T fai o gir nda giostr
Son stu trip hinterland by night
Son ca martell nda cervell e l'hi FI
Vai vai
Accost
Tras
You pick up on chic fads
And cut tags
There's too much sentiment for where you're at
We drive down roads you hate
For antiques
Eye makeup on my
Sensuality cloaked in chic silhouetted by the door
Honey begins to pour from a mouth to be adored
Just a taste and I want more
From your lips
thing
Before I bought a ride down town by that midnight man
You know that moon I had you wailing on that Kurt Cobain
Bring the club off that Rosay like
don't worry
It's all just tongue and cheek, yeah
Not a victim of fashion
More fascist than vogue
'Cause victim is chic
You're as famous as your pain
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