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I like the curves of my communist I love the words of my communist I kiss the lips of my communist Grab the hips of my communist Meet the stars, drink the bars and ride in her car, She's got a Nova, commie drives a Nova Here comes my commie with a millionaire With strap-on hunger and a feedbag Grinning ear to ear cuz she commandeered A cocktail weenie at the protest Drink to the party drink to the host Fuck this party lets hit the coast Drive your Nova like it's stolen, go commie go She got a Nova, commie drives a Nova I was a worker, she was a commie I had a job, she had fatigues Khaki, cammie, fashion and power She fills 'em out and I aim to please I never seen nothing baby better than a commie in her Nova with her panties and a pocket full of rock She's heavy and sweet and I dig in my heels, Lay it on the line for the party tonight! SongtexteI like the clothes of my communist Smoke the dope of my communist Pin the hopes on my communist Love the homes of my communist Meet the stars, drink the bars Drive in the car She got a Nova, commie drives a Nova (she gettin heavy) She went from featherweight to flyweight to bantam weight to lightweight to phantom weight to welterweight to helter skelter middle weight Middle weight to cruiserweight, boozer weight Used to wait to get it on featherweight to flyweight to bantam weight to lightweight to phantom weight to welterweight to helter skelter middle weight Middle weight to cruiserweight, boozer weight Used to wait to get it on Commie drives a Nova Commie drives a Nova Commie drives a Nova Commie drives a Nova She got a Nova Commie drives a Nova (feather weight to flyweight to bantamweight to lightweight to phantom weight to welter weight) She got a Nova Commie drives a Nova (she gettin heavy) Aus Songtexte Mania