Тексты песен Alvin Robinson

Lord I swear the perfume you wear Was made out of turnip greens And everytime I kiss you girl It tastes like pork and beans Even though you're wearin' them Citified high heels I can tell by your giant

Something you got, baby You make me work all day Something you got Make me bring you all my pay Something you got, babe You ought to know I said my, my, oh, oh I love you so Something you got, babe Ke