Wargina
Dada dada dada da, nana nana na
Dada dada dada da dada, nana nana na
You don't have the balls
You don't have the balls to play
Though you still want it all
You don't have the balls to say
Vagina
Is all what it's about and not just kinda
In Mexico and Germany and China
Everybody's looking for vagina
But they can't find her
Vagina
Everyone is looking for guide a
Way to make her wanna stay beside ya
Let you inside her
But You don't have the balls to
Admit you love her perfume
And that she's everything you live for
Instead you start a war
Dada dada dada da, nana nana na
Dada dada dada da dada, nana nana na nana nana
You don't have the balls
You don't have the balls to lead
You don't have the balls
Nor the ovaries
For Mangina
A big ass phallus symbole to ignite her
The tinders raw and dry and yearns for fire
Everybody loves a good mangina, a loving fighter
Mangina
Boy You gotta be reckless driver
Football's more important than vagina
You're such a liar, liar, liar
Cause you don't have the balls to
Admit you love her perfume
She's everything you live for
Instead you start a war
Uh
Ah
Uh
Ah
Only two to pick from stinks
Wanna get the one who wins
Just gimme something in between
Make it a bit more interesting
So you got drunk and fucked your armpit
No one really gives a shit
But you don't have the balls to
Admit you love her perfume
She's everything you live for
Make Love - love, not war
Just grow some fucking balls to
Do what you were born to-do
Just Live and breathe and die for
Yeah True Love
Dada dada dada da dada, nana nana na
You don't have the balls
You don't have the balls to play
Though you still want it all
You don't have the balls to say
Vagina
Is all what it's about and not just kinda
In Mexico and Germany and China
Everybody's looking for vagina
But they can't find her
Vagina
Everyone is looking for guide a
Way to make her wanna stay beside ya
Let you inside her
But You don't have the balls to
Admit you love her perfume
And that she's everything you live for
Instead you start a war
Dada dada dada da, nana nana na
Dada dada dada da dada, nana nana na nana nana
You don't have the balls
You don't have the balls to lead
You don't have the balls
Nor the ovaries
For Mangina
A big ass phallus symbole to ignite her
The tinders raw and dry and yearns for fire
Everybody loves a good mangina, a loving fighter
Mangina
Boy You gotta be reckless driver
Football's more important than vagina
You're such a liar, liar, liar
Cause you don't have the balls to
Admit you love her perfume
She's everything you live for
Instead you start a war
Uh
Ah
Uh
Ah
Only two to pick from stinks
Wanna get the one who wins
Just gimme something in between
Make it a bit more interesting
So you got drunk and fucked your armpit
No one really gives a shit
But you don't have the balls to
Admit you love her perfume
She's everything you live for
Make Love - love, not war
Just grow some fucking balls to
Do what you were born to-do
Just Live and breathe and die for
Yeah True Love
Credits
Writer(s): Timothy Renfer
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