: I wish I was a girl of sixteen Be the queen of the magazine I?d drive around in a great big car I?d have a chauffeur like a movie star And all night
Jones Bank account boomin', fast lane zoomin' Known around the world for my high post groomin' Mac like a preacher, love like a teacher Got a girl who lives in Paris
Los han visto por ahi Los han visto en los tejados Dando vueltas en Paris Condenando en los juzgados Con la nariz empolvada De corbata o de blue jeans
Will it take me under, I don't know Imagine smokin' weed in the streets without cops harassin' Imagine goin' to court with no trial Lifestyle cruisin' blue
you lame sayin you lame and for the hate in advance, pull down your pants make ?em kiss both cheeks like we living in France Diamonds blue, business manager
spit me out with a spindle and I been mackin' since And I'm stubborn, so I don't lean back and flinch You're perpetratin', embarrasin' the crooks Plus your frontin' they only seen Paris
and plain My homegirl Money Jane CHORUS [Sean Paul] She get around, she get around a lot Alright check it out, she bust on the spot She get around, she get around a lot From Paris
Capri-bound modern Venus With fenced beach and medically transformed nose and midriff I know how heartbroken you are that your best friend beat you to Paris
You're in France! Children, come! I'll show you that French joie de vivre! Paris holds the key to your hear. And all of Paris plays a part. [ACCORDIAN
the big rap sheet that's outweighing two elephants Jumbo shits from New Orleans Players and Pimps that bit off Fiends Quick, switch with the hands, Powder blue
big rap sheet that's outweighing two elephants Jumbo shits from New Orleans Players and Pimps that bit off Fiends Quick, switch with the hands, Powder blue
I'm fed up With rhymes and words that's weak that's wack, absurd Pollutin' the airwaves, too often heard I come through with the rhymes, so true blue
'em in The king of England woulda left us alone If he saw Jessica Simpson eat an ice cream cone Teeny bikinis, red, white and blue American girl, I
?) Walk in the club wearing superstar clothes Feelin? like money 'cause I collect dough Moe, miney, meenie, inny Who's got Patron and Henny? I been sippin? on Cavalli that shit's so strong Like Paris
That's the new Gucci?s, 500 a piece I make her smile and I smile back Check the doors, Caddy-stones ya, I bought that Baby, we can go to Paris or Toronto
Mia?em dziesi?? lat Gdy us?ysza? o nim ?wiat W mej piwnicy by? nasz klub Kumpel radio znii??s? Us?ysza?em blue suede shoes I nie mog?em w nocy spa? Wiatr
Oh, ain't this the life, baby, baby, baby ain't this the life Oh, ain't this the life, ain't this the life, now Tropical island in the deep blue sea
plain to see, blue is blue and it always will be Sometimes I feel that the whole world's going mad Mork and Mindy, Brian Hayes Barry Humphries and Paris