Call it the Devil’s music
Well, the Devil didn’t make me do it.
I do it ’cuz it’s loud,
’cuz it’s fun. I do it for the hell of it.
You say I’m a loser,
I say you should know better.
You say I’m going nowhere,
I tell ya, I’m a hard hitta.
I’m goin’ to the top,
I’m gonna rock.
Neva gonna stop.
Gonna Roll
Over like a freight train.
Baby, on with the show.
Come on pretty baby,
Be my little lady.
Let’s go crazy.
We got some sweet candy,
I say it makes ya dandy.
Kick back,
Relax,
Let it go...
To the top.
Rock is never gonna stop.
Gonna roll,
Over like a freight train.
Baby, on with the show.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
♥ thats awesome ♥ ~it rowx ~