Текст песни Blues Traveler - Mother Funker
Blues Traveler - Mother Funker слова песни
Mother funker!If you see her come, you better look awayWhen shes down for a kill, that bitch is ready to playIf you need some time, shell hook you for a whileWith her jasmine eyes and her granite smileHer kingdoms one twenty fifth to the lower east sideFor the proper fee shell hook you for that rideTo her bad ass haunts that span all across townShe can speak with a sheik as well as get the funk downGeronimo!Chan!So if you crave brass rings, then son youd best bewareBut if thats the case, then youre already thereShell spit you out and leave you wanting moreThe queen of the night is just a burnt out whore