Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright You get my motor running as soon as I get next to you Got the fuel to fire, you know there's no
She ran away from home, just-a 15 years old Headed for the city where innocence is sold Headed for the wrong crowds, the company of fools Could only chase
GIMME (Written by Mick Ralphs) I rode into town last night, it must've been a quarter to three I was looking for a place to clash, have some company
stranger's everyone In the company of strangers You find the enemy within, no, no And the walls that capture evil Keep the faith from getting in In the company of strangers
I'm making sure, another late night drags on Just one more drink but you know I'm wrong Sooner or later when everyone's gone You just shake your head
Well, I'm deep down I saw you baby in the corner of my eye You were looking oh so fine You drove by me in a purple Cadillac Heading for a friend of mine
pretty woman walkin' down the street Pretty woman, the kind i like to meet Pretty woman, i don't believe you You're not the truth No one could look
my vapors, that escape the bowels of my soul! Get on your knees and sniff my farts that escape my butt hole! Yeah! That's why I'm bad, bad, bad bad company
Hello little Martha There you stand with the stems of the roses still in your hand The seasons of time The weather, your face, you little Martha, there
[Verse 1] I once knew a nigga whose real name was William his primary concern, was making a million being the illest hustler, that the world ever seen
(Written by Simon Kirke) If I kissed you when you least expect it And take you in my arms, just accept it If I tell you you're what my life's about
Too bad I had to stay She'll take your money, down and dirty She'll steal your heart away, yeah She'll show no mercy, baby (Down and dirty) Too bad I
(Written by Mick Ralphs) I was down and out, and living on my luck Even that was wearing thin Turned around one day and you were standing there, babe
you ever be the same? You act like a stranger, stranger, tell me it ain?t true Won?t you please explain, why you?re so strange? Oh, you?re a stranger, stranger
Could never be what they want him to be He's stranger than fiction And he's got no past, he's a mystery But he's got ambition And there's always been
Vertaling: Bad Company. Vreemder as fiksie.
Vertaling: Bad Company. Vreemdeling, vreemdeling.
I rode into town last night, it must've been a quarter to three I was looking for a place to clash, have some company I saw you baby, sitting at the