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3OH!3 - Hit It Again

I make her say ooh Ooh I make her say ooooh
I got the dirty old hands of a drummer in a band but I never really hit the sticks I got the sun burned tan of every working man who’s spent a minute in a ditch And I ain’t gonna try to tell another lie You never shoulda let me in Cause I’m the type of guy who’s never let inside to show you where my hands have been
This is now, that was then You broke my heart, I let you in This is now, that was then I fucked around with all your friends Woah, woah, woah-oh-oh Woah, woah, woah-oh-oh This is now, that was then Forget all about the past and let’s hit it again
I make her say ooh Ooh I make her say ooooh
She’s eleven out of ten; got a body with a pin You could pull it like a hand grenade And I don’t know where she’s going, But I know where she’s been, cause it’s the only time my bed’s been made And I ain’t gonna try to tell another lie You trip me when you let me in Cause I’m the type of guy who drinks until his eyes lose sight of what’s in front of him
This is now, that…

Jeu Green feat. Supastar LT - Rock Out The Club

Hey yo! Where’s Jeu?
I think he’s upstairs.
[Chorus] Oh, oh, And they all scream
We gonna rock out the club (and they all go) Dj turn it up (I – I got them all right) We we we gonna rock out the club (I got the club right) Dj turn it up We we
We rock

Lady Faja Blasa - Bad Romance (Parodia La Hora De José Mota) Nochevieja 2010-2011

(Ooooooh oooh oooh) Radio sala de Alcafrá (Ooooooh oooh oooh) No quiero un Bad Romance
Fuera ah ah aaah Quita, quita aah Blasa olalaá Que los Varones...
Te echan, ven pa' ayá Quita, quita aah Blasa olalaá Ya no me comen.
No creas mozo, que me vas a gozar Bajo estas hayas no te deja drogar* con vosotros Hay señor no quiero amor.
No te confundas, no cansines más, que la confunda* ya la tengo olvidá' Quiero otro amor, ay se que necesito otro amor*... (Ay se que necesito otro amor)
No me llames alaja, llámame Lady Faja Ay señor, llévame pronto...
Yo ya no quiero más masa muscular, los pectorales no me gustan ya! (Ooooh) Ahora prefiero, quien lo iba a imaginar los pechugales de la mi cuñá!
(Ooooooh oooh oooh) Del armario salir... (Ooooooh oooh oooh) Y ahora voy a por tí
Braja jajajaá, raja mi aaá, Blasa olalaá, soy Lady Faja
Hay señor, llévame pronto...