You Got A Face Like The Madonna
Crying Tears Of Gold...Been Pumping Gas
At The Texaco Road To Road
You’re On The Run..Oh Baby Yeah You’re On The Run
Oh Baby..I’m Not A Trick Boy, I’m A Trick For You
You Give Me Butterflies..Heart Skipping One Two
I Know You’re Sick Boy,..I Wanna Get The Flu
I’m Running Temperatures
Thinking Of Your Love, Boo.
Brooklyn Move My Soul Like This,
Kissing My Stilettos Move,
Your Mouth Up To My Lips,
Come On Over Ghetto Baby,
(he Said Show Me What You Got Girl),
Come On Over Ghetto Baby,
(drop It Like It’s Hot Girl),
I Know Your Lips Say,
That You Wanna But Your Heart’s A No,
But Boy Your Hips Say That ..,
Your Gonna When You Hold Me,
Hold Me...You’re So Fun,
B-baby You Are So Much Fun,
B-baby..My Local Rock Star, The Really Big Crew,
I’m Feeling You Boy, You’re Liking Me Too,
I’m Clocking Chicks Left And Right,
Just To Get To You,
You’re Out There On The Grind Now,
Come Home To Your..Queen, Boo,
Brooklyn Move My Soul Like This
Kissing My Stilettos
Move Your Mouth Up To My Lips
Come On Over Ghetto Baby
(he Said Show Me What You Got Girl)
Come On Over Ghetto Baby
(drop It Like It’s Hot Girl)
Brooklyn Move My Soul Like This
Kissing My Stilettos
Move Your Mouth Up To My Lips
Come On Over Ghetto Baby
(he Said Show Me What You Got Girl)
Come On Over Ghetto Baby
(drop It Like It’s Hot Girl)
We’re A Match Mad In Heaven
If They’re Gonna Talk Let ‘em
If They Don’t Think We’re Good Together
Baby Just Forget ‘em...When He’s Bad He’s Bad
But When He’s Good No One’s Better
Cos We’re A Match Made In Heaven
And This Kind Of Love’s Forever
Brooklyn Move My Soul Like This
Kissing My Stilettos
Move Your Mouth Up To My Lips
Come On Over Ghetto Baby
(he Said Show Me What You Got Girl)
Come On Over Ghetto Baby
(drop It Like It’s Hot Girl)
