Rodney Atkins - Yeah she does
Tekst :
Baby Likes To Stay Up Earily,
Baby Likes To Get Up Late
She Likes To Spend My Money,
Never Leaves A Thing On Her Plate
Yeah, Yeah
Baby Likes To Steal The Covers
And Tells Me Shes Still Cold
She Likes To Call Her Mama
When I Don t Do what I m Told
Don t Like To Do What I m Told
Does She Love Me, Whoa Whoa Yes She Does
Does She Love Me, Whoa Whoa Yes She Does
Does She Love Me, Whoa Whoa Yes She Does
I Love Every Thing About Her,
Specially When She Wants My Love
I Love Every Thing About Her,
Specially When She Wants My Love
Shes Got A Jealous Bone
She Likes Me Under Her Thumb
Keeps Me In Her Pockets
And Keeps Me Comin Undone
Mmmmm It s All In The Name Of Good Fun
Ain t It Baby
Yes I m Her Only One
I Love To Her Say C-c-c-c-come On
It Rolls Right Off A Her Tongue
Mmmmm Yeah It Does
Does She Love Me, Whoa Whoa Yes She Does
Does She Love Me, Whoa Whoa Yes She Does
Does She Love Me, Whoa Whoa Yes She Does
I Love Every Thing About Her,
Specially When She Wants My Love
And If She Ever Said Goodbye
I Know That I Would Surely Die
Does She Love Me, Whoa Whoa Yes She Does
Does She Love Me, Whoa Whoa Yes She Does
Does She Love Me, Whoa Whoa Yes She Does
I Love Every Thing About Her,
Specially When She Wants My Love
Does She Love Me, Whoa Whoa Yes She Does
Does She Love Me, Whoa Whoa Yes She Does
Does She Love Me, Whoa Whoa Yes She Does
I Love Every Thing About Her,
Every Thing About Her
I Love Every Thing About Her,
Specially When She Wants My Love
Inne utwory
Forgiveness and permission Cleaning this gun About the south Invisibly shaken The love we make The man i am today Uncomplicated Someone to share it with Sing along These are my people In the middle Man on a tractor Watching you My old man Monkey in the middle Losowe utwory
Eagle in the dark
Feathers in the pages.
Monkeys in my heart
Are rattling their cages.
Found a way to blue
And another ghost to follow
Said “it’s only up to you”
And that’s the hardest pill to swallow.
You never get to choose
You live on what they sent you
And you know they’re gonna use
The things you love...
One lone green mesquite
In a rusty red field
Five foot high dying weds
Growing out of a rusted Coupe de Ville
Post office just a one room shack
Bathhouse in the back
Barbed wire fence strung with several
Catfish heads dried...
When the fortunes were dealt
I stepped back and I bowed my head
Received the blessed, rejected, inflicted and the wretched
With a hardened expression of an ol? softer smile
The path of destruction is one painful mile
It?s blood on the canvas, dirt in...
I m more dope than heroin, sharper than a needle
I m more dope than heroin, sharper than a needle
Maybe I m a loveboy, hooked on an aphrodisiac
Maybe I m a strange one, maybe I m a twisted maniac
Hey, you never can tell
Maybe you can touch...
Schröder: Komm Stoibi, wir singen einen.
Stoiber: Äääh, nein..äääh...doch ...Frau Merkel ...äääh.. Schröder...shalalala ..äähh...lom
Schröder: He Eddi du Mutant, hab ich dir heute schon gesacht dass du nach Weiswurst riechst?
Stoiber: Selbstverständlich.......äääh...woas? äääh, Sie Skrupelloser Bolschevick, Sie...äääh... Tagedieb, was soll denn das, das stimmt so nicht!
Schröder: HaHaHa! Pass mal...