I like a good beer, boss, early in the morning.
And I don't understand why I sleep all day.
Tell me all your thoughts on God,
because I'd really like to meet her.
When a problem comes around, you must whip it.
Turn your head now, baby. Just spit me out.
Because the night belongs to lovers.
Suck my kiss.
Because the night belongs to us.
Barsky in the morning. Philadelphia's New Rock.
Why 100?
I like good.