Letras:
Some Girls Blues Singer

what you wrote That shit isn't true I am a fly on the wall Of a bachelorette's ball I see your bluff and i'm gonna call Yes, i sing the blues

what you wrote That shit isn't true I am a fly on the wall Of a bachelorette's ball I see your bluff and i'm gonna call Yes, i sing the blues

wants a thrill Paying anything to roll the dice Just one more time Some will win, some will lose Some were born to sing the blues Oh the movie never ends

the Courvoisier) We gon' tell that brotha (Pass the Courvoisier) Everybody sing it now {Pass the Courvoisier} Everybody sing it now {Pass the Courvoisier} Waah oooooooooooo oh!! {P. Did} Girl

I?ll fly off into the blue Some night I see the world with its winds and its whirls And I feel undefeated But every day I see the girl with the strawberry

when you're blue I'll be wonderful, do just what I'm told I'll do anything for you I'm your puppet, I'm your puppet Pull them little strings and I'll sing

show from you Took your motherfuckin DJ and stole him too So you fall in a slump and get all emotional So now you sing and mix slang with blues and pluck

Whitman" My name is Francis Albert (Francis Albert Sinatra) And I sing love songs mostly after dark, mostly in salons. I've had some very good years.

: [CLEF] Look into the rhyme Rum to the ripple Sing boo, But at times I come in triple. Blaow, blaow put the heater to your head Now your dead.