It was a strange place and a tender age; I was just a babe in school Saw them roll their eyes at me every time that I thought that I was cool Well uh god knows I was no chosen one that just wasn't my prime Yeah it's just matter of time, honey, it's just a matter of time And I will work this body I will burn this flame Oh in the dead of night, and in the pouring rain Yeah, I'm a work-a-holic and I swear, I swear Yeah, and one day I will beat you fair and square Show me what you got Work this body on the floor Just who do you think you are C'mon meet me on the court Que ferais-tu? Putain, je ne sais pas! It ain't no matter of "if", honey, it's just a matter of "when" Ah, some sunday when it's my face in the newspaper again All the rag magazines, black limousines, they'll be getting in line Yeah it's just a matter of time, honey, it's just a matter of time And I will work this body I will burn this flame Oh in the dead of night, and in the pouring rain Yeah, I'm a work-a-holic and I swear, I swear Yeah, and one day I will beat you fair and square Show me what you got Work this body on the floor Just who do you think you are C'mon meet me on the court Que ferais-tu? Putain, je ne sais pas! Ne vien pas plurer... Vers moi... Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com