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Let’s Rock

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 25.07.2012

She looked like mother nature
Dressed up in black
She had a yin and a yang
Tattooed on her back

She was a pretty little blonde on a big white horse
I wanted a ride, she said of course

Let’s rock, let’s roll
The party’s on, we’re having a ball
We’re gonna leave a sting in your soul
We put the rock back in the roll
Let’s rock, let’s roll

She looked like a dancer
And god only knows
She must have had a little thing
For scorpions

To make a little love would be no crime
And what came next really blew my mind

Let’s rock, let’s roll
The party’s on, we’re having a ball
We’re gonna leave a sting in your soul
We put the rock back in the roll
Let’s rock, let’s roll

Coming together
Rocking forever, let’s rock
The party’s on
All night long, let’s rock

Let’s rock, let’s roll
The party’s on, we’re having a ball
We’re gonna leave a sting in your soul
We put the rock back in the roll

Let’s rock, let’s roll
The party’s on, we’re losing control
We’re gonna leave a sting in your soul
We put the rock back in the roll

We’re gonna leave a sting in your soul
A sting in your soul


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