B.o.B

Songtekst

Drinkin' a German beer
With a Cuban cigar
In the middle of Paris
In a Dominican bar

Great head on her shoulders
She probably studied abroad
She transfered to Harvard
Then Kings college in March

She says that I'm her favorite
'Cause she admires the art
Michaelangelo with the flow
Picasso with the bar
She's well put together like a piece by Gershwin
Renaissance style
Tonight is picture perfect
So smile

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And pack your bags real good baby
'Cause we'll be gone for a while

OHHHHHHHHH

Tell me how you feel
Whats your fantasy-oh

I see it's on a beach in Mexico
You can put your feet up
Be my señorita
We ain't gotta rush
Just take it slow

You'll be in the high life
Soakin' up the sunlight
Anything you want is yours

I'll have you livin' life like you should
You'll say you never had it so good
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah

You've never had it so good

Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah

Sufferin' from first class "cabin fever"
5 hour layovers from Norway to Egypt
I'm to the point like the pyramids of Giza
Still I'm to the left like the tower out in Piza

I'm feelin' single baby
I could use a feature
Swagger like Caesar
I'll get you a Visa
And we could go to Italy and maybe see the Colosseum
I'll be DaVinci if you'll be my Mona Lisa

Now smile

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I'm feelin' kinda singular
Lets make it plural
Spin the globe
Wherever it lands
That's where we'll go
We'll hit up Europe

Yeah

And spend some Euros
We'll maybe visit Berlin
The walls with the murals
This is your month baby

The sign of the Virgo
Proper reservations
Glasses full of Merlot

A roset, a burgundy
Trapped like turbo
Brush up on your español
We're Barcelona bound

So smile

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