April 2009
wish you would step back from that ledge, my friend You could cut ties from all the lies That you've been living in And if you do not want to see me again I would understand I would understand
Anderson, son, son He's better than Kleberson. Anderson, son, son He's our midfield magician. To the left, to the right, To the samba beat tonight, He is class with the brass And he shits on Fabregas!
I’m still standing for hope and glory I’ll be fighting for my love story I’m still standing for hope and glory now All the battles I lost and the battles I won This'll be the one, th
You like my sugar, my sugar. You so sweet, so sweet. Like my candy, my candy You so sweet, so sweet. I got a good appetite with you on me, on me. I’ll wrap you out of them clothes. You my treat,