Various Artists lyrics
Various Artists lyrics
"Prologue Little Shop Of Horrors Lyrics"
On the twenty-third day of the month of September in an early year
of a decade not too long before our own, the human race suddenly
encountered a deadly threat to its very existence. And this terrifying
enemy surfaced, as such enemies often do, in the seemingly most
innocent and unlikely of places.
Little shop, little shoppa horrors.
Little shop, little shoppa terror.
Call a cop. Little shoppa
Adems De T. Lyrics
Mrame, estoy amndote. Bsame en los ojos, amiga, bsame. Sabes que te he querido idealizar, Siendo ya tan ma qu tontera!. Mas all de ti, no hay mas all, Demasiado bella para ser verdad.<
horrors.Mrame, estoy amndote. Bsame en los ojos, amiga, bsame. Sabes que te he querido idealizar, Siendo ya tan ma qu tontera!. Mas all de ti, no hay mas all, Demasiado bella para ser verdad.<
No, oh, oh, no-oh!
Little shop, little shoppa horrors.
Bop sh'bop, little shoppa terror.
Watch 'em drop. Little shoppa horrors.
No, oh, oh, no-oh!
Shing-a-ling, what a creepy thing to be happening!
(Look out, look out, look out, look out!)
Shang-a-lang, feel the sturm and drang in the air.
(Yeah, yeah, yeah.)
Sha-la-la, stop right where you are. Don't you move a thing.
Nelly-Air Force Ones Lyrics
[intro] Big boy.. big boy.. big boy [chorus] I said give me two pair (cause) I need two pair So I can get to stompin in my air force one
You better, you better, tellin' you you better[intro] Big boy.. big boy.. big boy [chorus] I said give me two pair (cause) I need two pair So I can get to stompin in my air force one
tell your mama somethin's gonna get her.
She better, ev'rybody better beware.
Oh, here it comes, baby. Tell no bums, baby. Oh, no, no.
Oh, hit the dirt, baby. Hit the dirt, baby. Oh, oh, oh, Oh, oh-oh, oh.
Alley Oop, haul it off the stoop. Child, I'm warnin' you.
(Look out, look out, look out, look out.)
Run away. Child, you gotta pay if you play. (Yeah, yeah, y
A Feast For Me Lyrics
Well there's a party for me The last thing I wanted from you I close the door behind me And there you are You seem relaxed and quiet But under your shirt you sweat And
eah.)Well there's a party for me The last thing I wanted from you I close the door behind me And there you are You seem relaxed and quiet But under your shirt you sweat And
Look around. Somethin's comin' down, down the street for you.
(You betcha) You betcha, you bet your butt you betcha.
Best believe it, somethin's come ta getcha.
You betcha, you better watch your back and your tail.
(Comma comma comma.)
Little shop, little shoppa horrors.
Bop sh-bop, you'll never stop the terror.
Little shop, little shoppa horrors.
No, oh, oh, no, oh, oh, no, oh, oh, no