David Lee Roth - Cuánto Frenesí [Bump and Grind] Lyrics

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Cuánto Frenesí [Bump and Grind]
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What Are The Lyrics For Cuánto Frenesí [Bump and Grind] By David Lee Roth?
Lookin' for love at the back of a taxi,
Got lucky in a cheap hotel. Hot pants, mm.. nasty. Don't bother knockin' 'cause you know damn well. This blind date is cash and carry, Dead ringer for the big first prize. Chance meeting in the roaring eighties. You ain't going home tonight. So shake it slowly And do that bump and grind. Well, I can tell you a few reservations. More value, pass the buck. I may be wrong but I think she kinda likes ya. Think quick or you're out of luck. This blind date is cash and carry, We have a winner for the big first prize. Chance meeting in the roaring eighties. You ain't going nowhere tonight. Shake it slowly And do that bump and grind. Rotate slowly, Make it bump and grind. Oo, I feel romantic. Oo, I want to let you know. Have you ever really studied dancing Or do you make it up as you go? Shake it slowly, Do that bump and grind. Move it slowly And make it bump and grind. |
Who Wrote Cuánto Frenesí [Bump and Grind] By David Lee Roth?
David Lee Roth, Steve S. Vai
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What's The Duration Of The Cuánto Frenesí [Bump and Grind] By David Lee Roth?The duration of Cuánto Frenesí [Bump and Grind] is 2:30 minutes and seconds. |
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