DINNER FOR ONE, PLEASE JAMES Writer Michael Carr Dinner for one please, James The Madame will not be dining Yes, you may bring the wine in Love plays
Dinner for one please, James Madame will not be dining Yes, you may bring the wine in Love plays such funny games Dinner for one please, James Close
Översättning: Middag för en. Denna vara något Gangsta Shit.
Översättning: Middag för en. Om de bara visste.
Översättning: Thompson, Hank. Middag för en, gärna James.
Översättning: Nat King Cole. Middag för en vänlig, James.
some pearls as her necklass SO I had her for dinner, woke her up for breakfast Around 7:13 like Houston, Texas She's everything I hoped for in the bedroom
dinner knife A fork for eating pickled bass An oyster fork, dessert spoon A napkin and a finger bowl A dinner spoon, a salad knife A bread plate for your dinner
nuttin I got habits like goin to Paris I ain't frontin You can never need for nuttin, only one pipe Would you like to go to dinner, wit Jordan and his
nigga for randsom. After all the shit I bought and then some. Smiling with her mouth full of cum. Another one dumb dumb. Gotta go, got another hoe waiting for
fuck with the seventh bitch (Intro: Ras Kass) Yeah, seventh, uh-huh, first things first man you're messin' with the worst One, come on, come on, one (
be one less lonely girl (One less lonely girl) One less lonely girl (One less lonely girl) There's gonna be one less lonely girl (One less lonely girl) One
Michael phelps this for you baby, Im goin for the gold my heart is in control, My mind is on succeed and i am in the lead dont buy into the skeems the
cats = babes) of all colors for the older ones, for the younger ones, for those who are more foxy (foxy = player) that the hunters for the women who
at noon girl have me for dinner, baby tease me with your food get mad at me for drinkin' shout at me to stop but you know i'm the only one that ever
getting money All my girls, fly girls getting money One for the paper, two for the money Nails did, hair did, gap, yeah, I want it One for the paper, two for
Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight Time to get paid, blow up like the Born sinner, the opposite of a winner Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner
can see a better day I close my eyes and pray for the brokenhearted I pray for the life not started I pray for all the ones not breathing I pray for
