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LIES
You told me you loved me, so I don't understand,
Why promises are snapped in two, and words are made to bend.
The bigger, the better, some stolen from Japan.
Collected from around the world, they'll catch you if they can.
CHORUS:
Lies, lies, lies, yeah!
Lies, lies, lies, yeah!
Lies, lies, lies, yeah!
Lies, lies, lies, yeah!
Do I have to catch you out, to know what's on your mind?
Well Cleopatra died for Egypt, what a waste of time.
The white ones and red ones, and some you can't disguise.
Twisted truth and half the news, can't hide it in your eyes.
CHORUS
You say you'll try harder, but I think it's just too late.
Well, the car is revving in the drive, and I'm not the sort to wait.
The bigger, the better, some nicked from old Saigon
Collected from around the world, love lies on and on and on and on and on.
CHORUS
They're gonna get you
They won't forget you
They're gonna get you
CHORUS
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UNA MUSICA BRUTAL
Descubrimos vos y yo
en el triste carnaval
una música brutal
melodías de dolor
Despertamos vos y yo
y en el lento divagar
una música brutal
encendió nuestra pasión
Dame tu calor
bébete mi amor
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VOLARE
Volare, oh oh
Cantare, oh oh oh oh
Let's fly way up to the clouds
Away from the maddening crowds
We can sing in the glow of a star that I know of
Where lovers enjoy peace of mind
Let us leave the confusion and all disillusion behind
Just like bird of a feather, a rainbow together we'll find
Volare, oh oh
E contare, oh oh oh oh
No wonder my happy heart sings
Your love has given me wings
Penso che un sogno cosi non ritorni mai piu
Mi dipingevo le mani e la faccia di blu
Poi d'improvviso venivo dal vento rapito
E incominciavo a volare nel cielo infinito
Volare, oh oh
E contare, oh oh oh oh
Nel blu, dipinto di blu
Felice di stare lassu
E volavo, volavo felice piu in alto del sole ed ancora piu su
Mentre il mondo pian piano spariva lontano laggiu
Una musica dolce suonava soltanto per me
Volare, oh oh
E cantare, oh oh oh oh
No wonder my happy heart sings
Your love has given me wings
Nel blu, dipinto di blu
Felice di stare lassu
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FILTHY / GORGEOUS
When you're walkin' down the street
And the man tries to get your business
And the people that you meet
Want to open you up like Christmas
You gotta wrap your fuzzy in a big red bow
ain't no sum bitch gonna treat me like a ho
I'm a classy honey kissy huggy lovey dovey ghetto princess
Cuz you're filthy Oooh, and I'm gorgeous:||
You're disgusting Oooh, and you're nasty
And you can grab me oooh, cuz you're nasty
When you're runnin' from a trick
And you trip on a hit of acid
You gotta work for the man
But your biggest moneymakers' flaccid
You gotta keep your shit together
With your feet on the ground
There ain't noone gonna listen
if you haven't made a sound
You're an acid junkie college flunky dirty puppy daddy bastard
Cuz you're filthy Oooh, and I'm gorgeous:||
You're disgusting Oooh, and you're nasty
And you can grab me oooh, cuz you're nasty
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MILKSHAKE
[Repeat x2]
My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard,
and they're like,
its better than yours,
damn right its better than yours,
i can teach you,
but i have to charge
I know you want it,
the thing that makes me,
what the guys go crazy for.
They lose their minds,
the way i wind,
i think its time
[Chorus x2]
la la-la la la,
warm it up.
lala-lalala,
the boys are waiting
My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard,
and they're like,
its better than yours,
damn right its better than yours,
i can teach you,
but i have to charge
i can see youre on it,
you want me to teach the
techniques that freaks these boys,
it can't be bought,
just know, thieves get caught,
watch if your smart,
[Chorus x2]
la la-la la la,
warm it up,
la la-la la la,
the boys are waiting,
My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard,
and they're like,
its better than yours,
damn right its better than yours,
i can teach you,
but i have to charge
Once you get involved,
everyone will look this way-so,
you must maintain your charm,
same time maintain your halo,
just get the perfect blend,
plus what you have within,
then next his eyes are squint,
then he's picked up your scent,
[Chorus x2]
lala-lalala,
warm it up,
lala-lalala,
the boys are waiting,
My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard,
and they're like,
its better than yours,
damn right its better than yours,
i can teach you,
but i have to charge
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