Idioma Origen:
I get off my things, I lay down in the sidelanes
I don´t feel that I hide, just permanently ride
And I´m waiting for your gentle reign
Something that´ll help me learn
But one look at her and you know
That she´s got it bad
One look and the mirror shows
I live as I want
But she´s got it bad
Check it out, check it out, roll up there now
Huh!
She´s headed for a festival of heartache
Miss executive desperation you only suck the
Blood that´s spilled
Your macho imitation femininity is killed
I pray that you don´t feel no pain
Only if it helps you learn
But one look at her and you know
That she´s got it bad
One look and the mirror shows
I live as I want
But she´s got it bad
She knows it
It shows!
Idioma Destino:
I get off my things, I lay down in the sidelanes
I don´t feel that I hide, just permanently ride
And I´m waiting for your gentle reign
Something that´ll help me learn
But one look at her and you know
That she´s got it bad
One look and the mirror shows
I live as I want
But she´s got it bad
Check it out, check it out, roll up there now
Huh!
She´s headed for a festival of heartache
Miss executive desperation you only suck the
Blood that´s spilled
Your macho imitation femininity is killed
I pray that you don´t feel no pain
Only if it helps you learn
But one look at her and you know
That she´s got it bad
One look and the mirror shows
I live as I want
But she´s got it bad
She knows it
It shows!