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Hello! I'm Lyrkit!

I tried many ways to memorize English words and found the most effective one for me!

We already have all the words of the songs that we have heard throughout our lives in our memory. We simply did not pay attention to them, but we all already hear them!

I noticed that when you learn a new word from a song that you have already heard before, you already know the translation of this word forever and you will never forget it!

I want to share this method with you. So, the scheme is as follows.

We find songs that we have already heard.

We add all unfamiliar words from them.

We pass mini tests of memory games. done

Now that you know a lot of words, you will very quickly come to know the whole language!

I bet you'll be surprised how effective this method is!)

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David Lee Roth

Your Filthy Little Mouth

 

Your Filthy Little Mouth

(album: Your Filthy Little Mouth - 1994)


I know that everything in America
Must end with a kiss
But all of your addictions
Won't make me a prince

Guys gotta see it
Girls love just to hear
Oh, lend me your ear
Here's one

She needed classical music
Or she couldn't make love at all
And I was up there frequently
And bringing down the walls

Drop dead bombshell
Clean-cut classy gal
She was a good pal

And if you turned up the volume
You could hear her demons call
She'd say, "Fuck me like Chopin
Or don't fuck me at all."

Tell me what you want
And I'll take the scenic route
Tell me what you want
With your filthy little mouth

How 'bout a little Henry Miller
With your Huckleberry Finn
Assume the position, honey
Let's begin

You can do your penance
Right along with that special sin
Yes you can
Let it go, let it go
Oh yeah

Tell me what you want
And I'll take the scenic route
Tell me what you want
With your filthy little mouth

Well, it's gotta be good
If we both want it so bad
Make you wanna sell your soul
Or maybe you already have

Call me sweet lordy
High-master Jesus
Tell me that you want it
Right where you're breathing
Just let go

Okay, you son of a bitch. I'll tell you what I want.

Tell me what you want
And I'll take the scenic route
Tell me what you want
With your filthy little mouth

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