Letra de Joan Of Arc

My left
My lefty
Come on, you knuckleheads
Move it, move it, move it

Moss in the mornin', lets you in
Is it a field day, make me sin
It's only warm my, let you stay
Moss in the mornin', might be way

Chase!
Learned
Finely
Earn your ray
Might be they
Lucky day
No!

How could you ever moss it down
Extra ordin is not my sound
She better hope that you better mind
Mix me over my, let be wide! (Why!)