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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.

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Hot Action Cop

Why Judy

 

Why Judy

(album: Hot Action Cop - 2003)


It's like it always rains when I run my brain,
The chitter chatter's got me shattered,
And I feel like I'm scattered now,
I'm battered,
Knocked down to the concrete,
Because of cruising past that parking lot on seventeenth street,
That's where me and my girl locked in a backseat bliss,
I can't believe that all this bullshit started up with a kiss,
It's like all my dreams they turn into a life,
And now I'm feeling like I'm sitting on the edge of a knife!

Woah now woah hey woah say woah,
I wanna tell her that I love her but I don't all the time,
Woah now woah hey woah say woah,
It's got me drinking and I'm thinking as I drive through the light,
Staring out through the windshield wipers,
Then it hits me like a shot from the sniper!

Judy that baby ain't got my eyes,
I wonder whose eyes they is,
Yeah,
Judy that baby ain't got my smile,
I wonder whose smile that is,
Yeah…

Shit had me fool proof,
But I'm the fool with the proof,
It's just an urban legend if ya think that you'll be happy,
The truth is that la vida loca was all about you creepy sneaking,
Yeah yeah,
You got me drinking yo,
You got the luscious johnson,
You got the magic bone,
Now you don't get no money like the lawyer said on the phone,
I come to ransack your shack,
Your suburb,
Your Cadillac,
Full custody,
I'll take it all back!

Woah now woah hey woah say woah,
I wanna tell her that I love her but I don't all the time,
Woah now woah hey woah say woah,
I got the feeling that I'm living at the scene of a crime,
Staring out through the windshield wipers,
Then it hits me like a shot from the sniper!

Judy that baby ain't got my eyes,
I wonder whose eyes they is,
Yeah,
Judy that baby ain't got my smile,
I wonder whose smile that is,
Yeah…

It's no use,
It's no use…

Woah now woah hey woah say woah,
I wanna tell her that I love her but I don't all the time,
Woah now woah hey woah say woah,
I got the feeling like I'm living at the scene of a crime,
Woah now woah hey woah say woah,
I coulda sworn that I was tripping it was such a surprise,
Woah now woah hey woah say woah,
And now my grip is kinda slipping while my little one cries,
Staring out through the windshield wipers,
Then it hits me like a shot from the sniper!

Judy that baby ain't got my eyes,
I wonder whose eyes they is,
(Those eyes see),
Yeah,
Judy that baby ain't got my smile,
(Ain't got my smile),
I wonder whose smile that is,
(I wonder),
Yeah,
Judy that baby ain't got my style,
(That baby),
(That baby),
I wonder whose style that is,
(Woah I wonder),
Yeah,
Judy that baby just ain't my child,
(It ain't my child),
I wonder whose child that is,
I know it ain't mine…

It must be his,
His his his,
It must be his,
Yeah…

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