I like a girl with caked up makeup in the sunshine smoking cigarettes to pass the time, who wakes up to a bottle of wine on the nightstand bites and scratches the blinds but I ain't found one quite right yet. So I step with pep to the park or supermarket her apartment best be messy. Alisa don't mind when I call her Leslie. She's gotta dress with class and Jean Paul Gaultier and a Hermes bag and four inch tips made of ostrich sharp enough to slit your wrists her lips spread gossip. Won't say sorry when she offends she comes over to my place in her old man's Benz in gold and silver and jewels of all colors and she doesn't take them off when we're tearing up the covers . Come on and get it before I change my mind come on kid, don't waste my time so rich, so pretty the best piece of ass in the whole damn city. I like a girl who eats and brings it up a sassy little frassy with bulimia her best friend's a plastic surgeon and when her Beamer's in the shop she rolls the Benz manis and pedis on Sundays and Wednesdays money from mommy lovely in Versace costly sprees, it's on at Barney's and I love to watch her go through fifty g's calmly she gets naughty with her pilates body and thinks it's really funny when her nose goes bloody 'cause the blow is so yummy and it keeps her tummy empty and makes her act more friendly. Dance the night away and she won't say nothing when she makes your man stray I've had your kind before, Mickey coke in my purse, Mickey lock the door, Mickey you're just a midnight snack shhhh, don't talk back you're just a boy Mickey you're just a toy Mickey.
C'est ça que je devais dire à la base et que j'ai oublié. Le groupe, c'est Kaponz & Spinoza. :)
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