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Tricky Girls Lyrics

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Girls

When lonely
It gives and gives all over me
When love's strong
It goes on and on
All over me
Over me
Over me
Tricky:
Girls, Boys
Girls wish you never had boys
They grow up to be bad boys
Cry I've never had boys
Never seen your dad boy
I've never seen my dad boy
Without the Roy
And when my career stops kicking
I'm gonna stick him

John Frusciante:
Rock-a-dub now let me show you where it's at boy
Just a puppet and you grew into a fat boy
Make a dog and you chase another cat boy
Blow it up and let me show you where its at boy

Tricky:
Girls wish you never had boys
They grow up to be bad boys
Cry I've never had boys
Never seen your dad boy
I've never seen my dad boy
Without the Roy
And when my career stops kicking
I'm gonna stick him

Anthony Kiedis:
Staring through the sun tell your devil beware
I am not the son of your family affair
Baby breaks away and I've got my face in my hand
Genetics from my gun, trust me I don't care

Tricky:
I don't need no man
Little boys

John Frusciante:
Rappa rouser, bappa bouser
Shake it for me baby let me step into your trousers
I allow this
Come on baby let me take to the houses
I allow this
This is now and you better bow this
This is now and you better bow this
This is now and you better bow this

Anthony Kiedis & Tricky:
Staring through the sun tell your devil beware (jamaica's skirts and blouses)
I am not the son of your family affair (he didn't rob his houses)
Baby breaks away and I've got my face in my hand (fuck the biological)
Genetics from my gun, trust me I don't care

Tricky:
I don't need no man
Little boys

Tricky:
I'm not a fire starter
Cause I'm a little smarter
Smarter than the average bear
I don't care family's there

John Frusciante:
Rock-a-dub now let me show you where it's at boy
Just a puppet and you grew into a fat boy
Make a dog and you chase another cat boy
Blow it up and let me show you where it's at boy

Anthony Kiedis & Tricky:
Staring through the sun tell your devil beware (jamaica's skirts and blouses)
I am not the son of your family affair (he didn't rob his houses)
Baby breaks away and I've got my face in my hand (fuck the biological)
Genetics from my gun, trust me I don't care
I don't care

(Repeated)

Thanks to casyopeya@web.de for submitting Girls Lyrics.



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