Big Girls Don''t Cry


Da Da Da Da
The smell of your skin lingers on me now
Your probably on your flight back to your home town
I need some shelter of my own protection baby
To be with myself instead of calamity
Peace, Serenity

[CHORUS]
I hope you know, I hope you know
That this has nothing to do with you
It''s personal, Myself and I
We''ve got some straightenin'' out to do
And I''m gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket
But Ive got to get a move on with my life
Its time to be a big girl now
And big girls don''t cry
Don''t cry
Don''t cry
Don''t cry

The path that I''m walking
I must go alone
I must take the baby steps until I''m full grown
Fairytales don''t always have a happy ending, do they
And I foresee the dark ahead if I stay

[CHORUS]
I hope you know, I hope you know
That this has nothing to with you
It''s personal, Myself and I
We''ve got some straightenin'' out to do
And I''m gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket
But I''ve got to get a move on with my life
Its time to be a big girl now
And big girls don''t cry

Like the little school mate in the school yard
We''ll play jacks and uno cards
Ill be your best friend and you''ll be mine
Valentine
Yes you can hold my hand if u want to
Cause I want to hold yours too
Well be playmates and lovers and share our secret worlds
But its time for me to go home
Its getting late, dark outside
I need to be with myself instead of calamity
Peace, Serenity

[CHORUS]
I hope you know, I hope you know
That this has nothing to do with you
It''s personal, Myself and I
We''ve got some straightenin'' out to do
And I''m gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket
But I''ve got to get a move on with my life
Its time to be a big girl now
And big girls don''t cry
Don''t cry
Don''t cry
Don''t cry

La Da Da Da Da Da


Fergalicious

Four, tres, two, uno

[Will I Am]

Listen up ya''ll, Cuz this is it
The beat that I''m bangin'' is de-li-cious

[Fergie]
[Verse 1]

Fergalicious definition make them boys go loco
They want my treasure so they get their pleasures from my photo
You could see you, you can''t squeeze me
I ain''t easy, I ain''t sleazy
I got reasons why I tease ''em
Boys just come and go like seasons

[Hook 1]

Fergalicious (Fergalicious)
But I ain''t promiscuous
And if you was suspicious
All that shit is fictitious
I blow kisses (mmmwwahhh)
That puts them boys on rock, rock
And they be lining down the block just to watch what I got (four, tres, two, uno)

[Chorus]

So delicious (It''s hot, hot)
So delicious (I put them boys on rock, rock)
So delicious (they wanna slice of what I got)
Fergalicious (t-t-t-t-t-tasty, tasty)

[Verse 2]

Fergalicious def-, Fergalicious def-, Fergalicious def- [def fading echo]
Fergalicious definition make them boys go crazy
They always claim they know me
Comin'' to me call me Stacy (Hey Stacy)
I''m the F to the E, R, G the I the E
And can''t no other lady put it down like me

[Hook 2]

I''m Fergalicious (so delicious)
My body stay vicious
I be up in the gym just working on my fitness
He''s my witness (oooh wee)
I put yo'' boy on rock rock
And he be lining down the block just to watch what I got (four, tres, two, uno)

[Chorus]

So delicious (It''s hot, hot)
So delicious (I put them boys on rock, rock)
So delicious (they wanna slice of what I got)
Fergalicious (hold hold hold hold hold up, check it out)

[Vamp]

Baby, baby, baby
If you really want me
Honey get some patience
Maybe then you''ll get a taste
I''ll be tasty, tasty, I''ll be laced with lacey
It''s so tasty, tasty, It''ll make you crazy

[Will I Am]

T to the A to the S T E Y girl you tasty, T to the A to the S T E Y girl you tasty
D to the E to the L I C I O U S, to the D to the E to the, to the, to the, hit it Fergie

[Fergie]
[Rap]

All the time I turn around always brotha''s gather round always looking at me up and down looking at my
(uuhh)
I just wanna say it now I ain''t tryin to round up drama little mama I don''t wanna take your man
And I know I''m comin off just a little bit conceited and I keep on repeating how the boys wanna eat it
But I''m tryin'' to tell, that I can''t be treated like clientele
Cuz'' they say she

[Hook 3]

Delicious (So delicious)
But I ain''t promiscuous
And if you was suspicious
All that shit is fictitious
I blow kisses (mmmwwahhh)
That puts them boys on rock, rock
And they be lining down the block just to watch what I got (got, got, got)
Four, tres, two, uno
My body stay vicious
I be up in the gym just working on my fitness
He''s my witness (oooh wee)
I put yo'' boy on rock rock
And he be lining down the block just to watch what I got (four, tres, two, uno)

[Chorus]

So delicious (aye, aye, aye, aye)
So delicious (aye, aye, aye, aye)
So delicious (aye, aye, aye, aye)
I''m Fergalicious, t-t-t-t-t tasty, tasty

It''s so delicious (aye, aye, aye, aye)
So delicious (aye, aye, aye, aye)
So delicious (aye, aye, aye, aye)
I''m Fergalicious, t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t (aye, aye, aye, aye)

[Will I Am]

T to the A to the S T E Y girl you tasty, T to the A, to the S T E Y girl you tasty
T to the A to the S T E Y girl you tasty, T to the A, to the, to the (four, tres, two, uno)
D to the E to the L I C I O U S, to the D to the E to the L I C I O U S to the
D to the E to the L I C I O U S, to the D to the E to the, to the, to the (four, tres, two, uno)

T to the A to the S T E Y girl you tasty, T to the A to the S T E Y girl you tasty
T to the A to the S T E Y girl you tasty, T to the A, to the, four, tres, two, uno
D to the E to the L I C I O U S, to the D to the E to the L I C I O U S to the
D to the E to the L I C I O U S, to the D to the E to the, to the, to the, to the, to the.....


Glamorous

If you aint got no money take yo''broke ass home
You say: If you aint got no money take yo''broke ass home
G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S, yeah G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S

[B-Section:]
We flying the first class
Up in the sky
Poppin'' champagne
Livin'' the life
In the fast lane
And I wont change
For the glamorous, oh the flossy flossy

[chorus:]
The glamorous,
The glamorous, glamorous (the glamorous life)
For the glamorous, oh the flossy flossy

[Verse:]
Wear them gold and diamonds rings
All them things dont mean a thing
Chaperons and limousines
Shopping for expensive things
I be on the moovie screens
Magazines and boogie scenes
Im not clean, Im not pristine
Im n queen, Im no machine
I still go to Taco Bell
Drivethrough, raw as Hell
I dont care, Im still real
No matter how many records I seel
After the show or after the grammys
I like to go cool out with the family
Sippin'', reminscing on days when I had a Mustang
And now I''m in...

[B-section then chorus]

[Ludacris:]
Im talking Champagne wishes, caviar dreams
You deserve nothing but all the finer things
Now this whole world has no clue to do with us
I''ve got enough money in the bank for the two of us
Brother gotta keep enough lettuce
To support your shoe fetish
Lifestyles so rich and famous
Robin Leach will get jelous
Half a million for the stones
Takin trips from here to Rome
So If you aint got no money take yo''broke ass home
G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S, yeah G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S

[B-section + chorus x2]

[Verse:]
I got problems up to here
I''ve got people in my ear
Telling me these crazy things
That I dont want to know (fuck y''all)
I''ve got money in the bank
And I''d really like to thank
All the fans, I''d like to thank
Thank you really though
Cuz i remember yesterday
When I dreamt about the days
When I''d rock on MTV, that be really dope
Damn, It''s been a long road
And the industry is cold
I''m glad my daddy tell me so, he let his daugther know. [x3]


London Bridge

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit
When I come to the clubs, step aside
Pop the seeds, don''t be hating me in the line
V.I.P because you know I gotta shine
I''m Fergie Ferg
Give me love you long time

All my girls get down on the floor
Back to back drop it down real low
I''m such a lady but I''m dancing like a ho
Because you know what, I don''t give a fuck
So here we go!

[Chorus (x2)]
How come every time you come around
My London London Bridge want to go down
Like London London want to go down
Like London London be going down

Drinks start pouring
And my speech start slowing
Everybody start looking at you

The Grey Goose got the girl feeling loose
Now I wishing that I didn''t wear these shoes
It''s like everytime I get up on the dude
Papparazzi put my business in the news
And I''m gonna get up out my face (oh, shit)
Before I turn around and spray your ass with mace (oh, shit)
My lips make you want to have a taste (oh, shit)
You got that? I got the bass

[Chorus x2]