come rock with me honey, i got like half a mill in monopoly money,
there's no stopping me honey, so you can take my hand, we can lay on the beach and count grains of sand,
or take a plane to Japan, and drink saki with mafia, fly to Libya for some Bacardi with Gaddafia
dinner date, followed by a funk show,
we'll rip off our tops and jump around in the front row.
rohkem pole midagi öelda, baibai.
kristella
