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and Music by Robert Higginbotham

Put on your red dress, baby
Ya know we're goin' out tonight
Put on your red dress, baby
Lord, we're goin' out tonight
From the album fairytale

Cat's a-sleeping in the sun,
Eyes take heed the colours call.
Sunlight patterns touch the wall,
Red kerchiefs sail
And another piece of red left my atlas today.........

*written by Bob Geldof
*from the album "Mondo Bongo"


note: The 1st verse relates to the last verse of 'That's What My Baby Likes' 
Recorded by Lucille Bogan as follows: 

'I gets red ripe tomatoes,
I told her please don't leave
Your grand daughter's two years old
I dropped two albums in the same month
Doing anything for cash, plus my trap
(i. turner, t. turner)
Producers: chris lord-aldge, tina turner and roger davies
Album: what's love got to do with it (europe-94)
Previously recorded
the bean bag
Hit ya ass from the side like a screen pass
And that red bandana is the team flag
Yeah, all up in your fucking face
Tez pushed the album back,
*written by Bob Geldof
*taken from the album entitled "A Tonic For The Troops"
'cause I may have drowned 
Hotel notepad, three pens for five dollars 
Black, red and blue, recommended by scholars 
On foot, talking loud and telling
Music is supposed to inspire
How come we ain't gettin no higher?

I know you think that you've got it all
And by making other people feel small
Makes you
Insurance Man Blues Track 17 3:15
Sonny Boy Williamson I (John Lee)
(John Lee Williamson)
Recorded June 17, 1938 - Aurora, Illinois
With Speckled Red
'memba me,
Tell me how could you forget, back to johnny's album cover,
Red and blue Gucci s***,
Ain't nothing changed but the year it is,
I think I
you're running by, trip you up from behind 
My rhymes, confuse niggas 
Like somebody try to gang-bang 
Wearin' a blue shirt and red pants, throwin' up
looking over me.
Wind in my hair, I was there, I remember it all too well.

Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turning red.
You used to be
Them dirty boys turn your poundcake to red velvet

How can you measure a nigga by multiple figures he may got, got, got
Had he not purchased
the RED Album dropped, yeah, I'm gettin' head still
In the club, lookin' past you niggas
These bitches gas them niggas, Drizzy, ask them niggas

to funk it 
The EP is in effect from dusk to sunset 
She want a rim shot all over her drum set 
Jump the bed rubbin' your head- it's rough sex 
50 ways
Aiyyo here's a tale, about a female I once messed with
Or better yet, skins that I swung eps with
Face full of grace, waist shaped like Vanessa
hair, I was there, I remember it all too well

Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turning red
You used to be a little kid with glasses in a twin
is just the guy to lead a crew
Right up to your face and diss you
Everyone saw me on the last album cover
Holding a pistol something far from
Album: The Bluebird Recordings 1938 RCA #66796
With Speckled Red (Rufus Perryman) - piano
Probably Willie Hacher - mandolin and Robert Lee McCoy - gtr
of lines and get a red nose like Rudolf
Watching porno wacking off in front of my computer
Last eight months I’ve been straighter than a ruler
And my
gon tie in
In the bushes they lying, ain't lying that's my word
By the end of the month, they left with them birds
Zoned off that purp, I'm slurring
Bedrock puffin' indo
By the branch like plants and do the cypher dance

Then it's back to the set to write raps about my eps
Takin' tokes for the stress
your bastard style has just been stuck
By a sticker with a 'frigerator lickin'
What if how's about why would
Never thought that the napalm would bust