lost that girl. Well I made my first mistake Asking that little girl to wait She was the icing on my cake And now she's gone, and I lost that girl.
Översättning: Pretty Things. Lost That Girl.
I done seen drugs and money run the whole game A good girl lost in the city life Agent Provocateur holding titties right I'm haute couture of hoes galore give my girl
's own In the physical, one seems, like a lost body In fact my thoughts don't differ much from that of God body But it's the odd shottie that got cats
's no doubt 'Cause girlies are the one thing that I can't do without Female companionship is my one vice I love to buy the girls things, love to treat
pretty faces Still don't fill the empty spaces Wanderin' where amazing grace is There is none, no Now I know there's no comfort in this world God I miss that
away Put your hands all over me Now you've lost your mind The pretty little girl I left behind And now you're getting rough But everybody knows you're not that
oh, oh You looking good girl Go, go, go get 'em girl Go, go, go hit 'em girl Go, go, go, go, go, go You looking good girl Go, go, go get 'em girl Go
just not ready for that kind of a commitment!" So we broke up, And I never saw her again But that's just the way things go In Albuquerque! Albuquerque! Anyway, things
it won't take long and it's gonna be alright Love, patience and time That power is strong in your heart and mind I knew a girl, a pretty girl, but her
sorta fairytale with you A sorta fairytale with you Things you said that day Up on the 101 The girl had come undone I tried to downplay it With a bet about us You said that
you I got crews view, you know the usual My life's beautiful, my pockets full of bread Get out of pocket, I'll play soccer wit your head And that girl ain't your girl
Sex 4 sugar, sugar 4 sex Sex 4 sugar, sugar 4 sex Sex 4 sugar, sugar 4 sex Girl, ooh, you look, aah You're the type a thing that I came here for What
that If ya break ya promise we breakin? up Got a couple things that I want Walks in the park and sweet things If I rock your promise ring I could be your pretty young thing
Hasn't anybody seen me lately I'll tell you why Hasn't anybody seen me lately I'll tell you why I caught something made me so sick That I thought that
Shame Pretty little baby, 'come you never come around? Pretty little baby, How come you never come around? I send you all them pretty flowers, Now you
the creeps Cause it's all about money, ain't a damn thing funny You got to have a con in this land of milk and honey" They pushed that girl in front
