Songs - Page 6827

I wanna hold ’em like they do in Texas, please Fold ’em, let ’em, hit me, raise it, baby, stay with me (I love it) Love game intuition play the cards with Spades to start And after he’s been hooked I’ll play the one that’s on his heart…

It wasn’t love, it wasn’t love It was a perfect illusion (Perfect illusion) Mistaken for love, it wasn’t love It was a perfect illusion (Perfect illusion)

I live for the applause, applause, applause I live for the applause-plause Live for the applause-plause Live for the way that you cheer and scream for me

Just a second It’s my favorite song they’re gonna play And I cannot text you with a drink in my hand, eh You should’ve made some plans with me

She’s got both hands In her pocket And she won’t look at you Won’t look at you

I can’t tell you what it really is I can only tell you what it feels like And right now there’s a steel knife in my windpipe I can’t breathe but I still fight while I can fight

Yeah, it’s been a ride I guess I had to, go to that place, to get to this one Now some of you, might still be in that place If you’re trying to get out, just follow me

His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy There’s vomit on his sweater already, mom’s spaghetti He’s nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready to drop bombs But he keeps on forgetting what he wrote down

two trailer park girls go ’round the outside, ’round the outside, ’round the outside… Guess who’s back, back again Shady’s back, tell a friend Guess who’s back

There’s no escape I can’t wait I need a hit Baby, give me it

Shame on me To need release Uncontrollably… I-I-I wanna go-oh-oh all the way-ay-ay

You wanna hot body You wanna Bugatti You wanna Maserati You better work bitch