Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rapunzel, artist - Drapht. Album song The Life of Riley, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.03.2011
Record label: The Ayems
Song language: English
Rapunzel |
Check it out ah, ya, ya |
From the moment we met, I was breathless |
And not asbestos breathless either, |
Always, when you least expect it, |
Stumble across Rapunzel a Libra, |
Couldn’t leave, I had to meet her, |
Greet the girl of my dreams with a kiss on the hand, |
What up? |
Little magnificent missing a man, |
Ran away, like kids to a van (Yeah!) |
Gorgeous, walking on water, |
Sort of like Erin McNaught, but little shorter, |
Wore a Pandora, bought her a charm, |
Wasn’t short of thought — bit of Paul on her arm, |
Calling for calm, we fought, made Iraq |
And the border of Jordan a walk in the park, |
Jaws of a shark, too hard to break it off, |
Fall apart, so I would say: |
Rapunzel, gotta let your hair down, |
Girl, gotta let your hair down, |
I’m tired of fighting, |
We ain’t going nowhere now |
Gotta let your hair down, |
Girl, gotta let your hair down, |
Why we trying? |
We ain’t going nowhere now |
And even she could see, |
Her love was like a demolition derby, |
I was Herbie, the love-bug, swerving, |
Cause I work on the road, |
She was like Russell the Crow, |
A jerk with her phone! |
Know that I don’t wanna fight — |
Another night, chewing off my ear, like Mike, |
Another night ruined, I knew it, |
Knew you would do it, |
Scream when I’m out, like Hewitt, |
You were the one, you were the one that ran away, |
Like underlay, underlay, |
Then break it off, but come running back, |
Like baby, I want you back, but don’t call me that, |
Now baby, baby, |
Baby, don’t call me baby-baby, |
I said, baby-baby, don’t call me baby, |
Baby-baby |
Gotta let your hair down, |
Girl, gotta let your hair down, |
I’m tired of fighting, |
We ain’t going nowhere now |
Gotta let your hair down, |
Girl, gotta let your hair down, |
Why we trying? |
We ain’t going nowhere now |
Na, I’m just sick of you saying my friends are above you, |
You knew, when you were with me, |
But you were lost in watching Sex and the City, |
And what did you give me? |
Your lips moving, but nothing coming out, like Britney! |
And, what, did you lose it? |
No, trust: every movement watched, like Truman, |
Only human, I ain’t a saint, but don’t cheat when I’m in the game, |
And still you know, you know no, you know you don’t know me, |
Die from the photos I got, like Dodi, |
My own Naomi Campbell, I try to help, she fly off the handle: |
No more candles, no more dinner, no more, I’m fat |
I could look a little thinner, |
Where’s my Cinderella, my little Bella? |
Hard, but I had to tell her, so I’d say, yeah, so I’d say, |
I keep tellin' her, I keep tellin' her: |
Rapunzel, gotta let your hair down, |
Girl, gotta let your hair down, |
I’m tired of fighting, |
We ain’t going nowhere now |
Gotta let your hair down, |
Girl, gotta let your hair down, |
Why we trying? |
We ain’t going nowhere now |
We ain’t going nowhere now |