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Letras de Canciones / B / Blondie / Koo Koo / |
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Backfired. your plan, your plan backfired.
Backfired. my man, your plan backfired in your face.
You came into my life to test me.
Your diplomatic drag depressed me.
The glitter in your eyes undressed me.
You were polished slick. really thick.
Wasting time dropping lines like I could get you into movies.
But we would up at hojo’s for hamburgers to go!
Backfired. your plan backfired.
Backfired. my man, your plan backfired in your face.
To steal my mind was your objective.
The way you spoke was too aggresive.
The silly jokes were not impressive.
Like a traveling salesman met..., farmer with three daughters, yet!
All the quips were so suggestive.
Then we ran down to hojo’s for hamburgers to go!
Backfired. your plan backfired.
Backfired. my man, your plan backfired in your face.
Well, come here my little dear, I’ve got what it takes.
Give me just what I want and I’ll give you a break.
Well, don’t slip on your lips cuz you’re talking so fast.
Buying for first, crying for last.
Well come on my little lady, don’t shoot me down.
I’ve got strong connections all over town.
Just drop to a dead stop.
What?
Backfired. your plan backfired.
Backfired. my man, your plan backfired in your face.
You were polished slick. really thick.
Wasting time dropping lines.
Backfired.
A traveling salesman met..., a farmer with three daughters, yet!
Backfired.
Backfired.
Your plan backfired.
Couldn’t work out no...
Backfired.
My man, your plan backfired in your face.
It backfired.
Backfired.
Your plan just backfired.
Oh no, it couldn’t work out, backfired.
Better get a new line and try it again.
Slick performance on demand.
Backfired.
You better back up fast and head out west.
You may still collect.
Backfired.
It backfired.
Your plan backfired.
Too bad...
Backfired.
My man, your plan backfired.
Well, come here my little dear, I’ve got what it takes.
Give me just what I want and I’ll give you a break.
Well, don’t slip on your lips cuz you’re talking so fast.
Buying for first, crying for last.
Well come on my little lady, don’t shoot me down.
I’ve got strong connections all over town.
Just drop to a dead stop. |
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Webs amigas |
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