Cowboy
O que? Cowboy your time is running out
Cowboy your time is running out - easy
Cowboy your time is running out –
C'mon baby, easy
Cowboy your time is running out
I'm for free trade, free love
You've been looking from above
Playboy I know...
No more time
Play as you go –
Easy!
Cowboy your time is running out - I told ya
Cowboy your time is running out
Don't tell me that
Cowboy your time is running out
Easy darling
Cowboy your time is running out
I'll show my gun! My 33
Doing The Catwalk
Doing the catwalk is much harder than acting
Doing the catwalk is much harder than acting
I said doing the catwalk is much harder than acting.
C'mon doing the catwalk is much harder than acting.
I do it again, do it again, do it again
Do it again! Do it again! Do it again!
I met this man in the park
He said: grab my dick! grab my dick! grab my dick!
I met this woman in the bar
She said - grab my dick! grab my dick! grab my dick!
Doing the catwalk is much harder than acting
I said: doing the catwalk is much harder than acting
C'mon just do it again, do it again, do it again
Do it again, do it again, do it again
I met this woman in the pub
She said - grab my dick! grab my dick! grab my dick!
I met this man in the park
He said - grab my dick! grab my dick! grab my dick!
I met this woman in the bar
She said - grab my dick! grab my dick! grab my dick! grab my deeee
I said - Samba Bruninho cos Doing the catwalk is much harder than acting
I know
Doing the catwalk is much harder than acting
It's much harder than naked.
It's much harder than aching
Samba Bruninho...
Do it again, do it again, do it again, do it again...
Right Samba Bruninho, c'mon yeah, one two free fall
That's the way it has to be.
All right I said.
C'mon that's right.
3. Men In Uniform
Men in Uniform
4. She's Not A Girl Who Misses Much
Did I mention she grew up in a commune?
She likes to flirt
Guapa y culta
I saw her she was having a cappuccino the other day
You may bump into her in small clubs
She's hot, isn't she?
Very hot
Cos she's global darling
And she went Disco last night
Give it a go she's in town
She's Not A Girl Who Misses Much
C'mon honey! She's smarter than you
She can fuck you in seven languages
She's sexier than you
I see
All right
She's Not A Girl Who Misses Much
She's in a band,
She plays keyboards
Look! Black clad New York cool
I see
Brought her bible under her suit
When she was 15 she got a beauty prize
Fucking cool time
Lot's of parties, people taking her everywhere
I mean how amazing and dream come true was that
Everything was running so fast
And if you want to meet her
You've got to go North, East, West, South
You gotta travel everywhere
She's Not A Girl Who Misses Much
C'mon darling!
She's smarter than you
She can fuck you in 7 languages
She's sexier than you
You know don't you?
She's Not A Girl Who Misses Much
She's in a band, she plays keyboards
Look, black clad New York cool – Again?
Brought her bible under her suit
20 Million People
20 Million People living together can't be wrong
20 Million People living together can't be wrong
This is not a lie.
This is not a life
And we go faster and faster
20 Million People living together can't be wrong
20 Million people
Can't belong
Roasted
I should like to see your blood
Your brains on a chopping block
I'd like to see your sex swimming in a lake of blood
I think I could drink from your skull
I'd like to bathe my feet in your guts
I could eat your heart Roasted
Do you think I'm week?
Do you think I loved you because my womb wanted your seed?
Do you think I want to carry your embryo under my heart and feed it with blood?
Bear your child and take your name
By the way what's your name?
I've never heard your surname
I could eat your heart Roasted
I could eat your heart Roasted
(A. Strindberg bootlegged version)