8 acessos
Mister Iceberg hold in his north handA girl the color of sandAnd in his south handA no-woman's landMister Iceberg has a heart of stoneHe wants to be left aloneNorth and south his eyesShe's his sacrificeMister Iceberg, Mister IcegbergMister Iceberg likes to make love on the rocksMister Iceberg, Mister IcegbergMister Iceberg likes his little girls in socksMister Iceberg hold in his north handA girl the color of sandAnd in his south handA no-woman's landMister Iceberg's tired of his gameLet her go they're all the sameShe's his interlude for the attitudeMister Iceberg, Mister IcegbergMister Iceberg likes to make love on the rocksMister Iceberg, Mister IcegbergMister Iceberg likes his little girls in socksMister Iceberg hold in his north handA girl the color of sandAnd in his south handA no-woman's landMister Iceberg has a heart of stoneHe wants to be left aloneNorth and south his eyesShe's his sacrificeMister Iceberg, Mister IcegbergMister Iceberg likes to make love on the rocksMister Iceberg, Mister IcegbergMister Iceberg likes his little girls in socks.