When lonely It gives and gives all over me When love's strong It goes on and on All over me Over me Over me Tricky: Girls, boys Girls wish you never had boys They grow up to be bad boys Cry I've never had boys Never seen your dad boy I've never seen my dad boy Without the roy And when my career stops kicking I'm gonna stick him
John frusciante: Rock-a-dub now let me show you where it's at boy Just a puppet and you grew into a fat boy Make a dog and you chase another cat boy Blow it up and let me show you where it's at boy
Tricky: Girls wish you never had boys They grow up to be bad boys Cry I've never had boys Never seen your dad boy I've never seen my dad boy Without the roy And when my career stops kicking I'm gonna stick him
Anthony kiedis: Staring through the sun tell your devil beware I am not the son of your family affair Baby breaks away and I've got my face in my hand Genetics from my gun, trust me I don't care
Tricky: I don't need no man Little boys
John frusciante: Rappa rouser, bappa bouser Shake it for me baby let me step into your trousers I allow this Come on baby let me take to the houses I allow this This is now and you better bow this This is now and you better bow this This is now and you better bow this
Anthony kiedis & tricky: Staring through the sun tell your devil beware (jamaica's skirts and blouses) I am not the son of your family affair (he didn't rob his houses) Baby breaks away and I've got my face in my hand (fuck the biological) Genetics from my gun, trust me I don't care
Tricky: I don't need no man Little boys
Tricky: I'm not a fire starter Cause I'm a little smarter Smarter than the average bear I don't care family's there
John frusciante: Rock-a-dub now let me show you where it's at boy Just a puppet and you grew into a fat boy Make a dog and you chase another cat boy Blow it up and let me show you where it's at boy
Anthony kiedis & tricky: Staring through the sun tell your devil beware (jamaica's skirts and blouses) I am not the son of your family affair (he didn't rob his houses) Baby breaks away and I've got my face in my hand (fuck the biological) Genetics from my gun, trust me I don't care I don't care
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