Home grown Back to the rhythm and back to the beat of the radio You ain't got the slang but you got the face to play the role You can't play with me And all the bros Try for the girls and try for tearing this tight clothes She got a hiding all he has is his asshole She'll be bothering me And her hair do He knows the lipstick kisses, oh, yeah that's the right move Make me feel like I'm the one who moves you The only one you see Now take me down Don't you let those tears quench the thirsty ground Don't you be so scared that you can't make a sound Make a sound on me here All of London sing 'Cause England swings the extra love the tales I bring You know the rainy days they ain't so bad when you're the king The king they want to see Home grown So rock to the rhythm and bop to the beat of the radio You ain't got the slang but you got the face to play the role You can't play with me here And her hair do He knows the lipstick kisses, oh, yeah that's the right move Make me feel like I'm the one who's moving you The only one you see All of London sing 'Cause England swings the extra love the tales I bring You know the rainy days they ain't so bad when you're the king The king they want to see © SONGS OF COMBUSTION MUSIC; MUSIC OF WINDSWEPT; MARTHA STREET MUSIC; FOLLOWILL MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com