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bare
In front of all those people

Spat peanuts in my hair
And all the leaves are brown

And be part of the music scene
Envy of the choosy scene
of things
He stepped into the darkened space
The air was thick and warm
He drops the coins in one by one
The scene unfolds before him

He stands looking
and fey
They'd work her to exhaustion propelled by benzedrine
Then call her unreliable if she would miss a scene
From vaudeville in Grand Rapids
transform to a pen in case of a words war
And opened the first door that led to the first floor
I got attacked by a couple of rap acts
They wore dreads,
transform to a pen in case of a words war
And opened the first door that led to the first floor
I got attacked by a couple of rap acts
They wore dreads,
transform to a pen in case of a words war
And opened the first door that led to the first floor
I got attacked by a couple of rap acts
They wore dreads,
Take a table
In the evening
By the waterside

Lonely eyes watch
As the moon shines
Down a silver tine

Looking out from this position
Are
My baby makes me proud Lord don't he makes me proud
He never makes a scene by hanging onto me in a crowd
'Cause people like to talk Lord don't they
My baby makes me proud
Lord, don't he make me proud
He never makes a scene
By hangin' all over me in a crowd
'Cause people like to talk
Lord,
My baby makes me proud
Lord, don't he make me proud
He never makes a scene
By hangin' all over me in a crowd

'Cause people like to talk
Lord,
Go on parade and fade
Hit the scene and slow
Spending all your time with some girl
You'll never get to know

Wound up tight
Dressed all in
basic needs
Illusion of supremacy, ruptured by a trivial event
Without a single chew from your mind
Understanding the facts, getting behind the scene
My baby makes me proud, Lord don't she make me proud
She never makes a scene by hanging all over me in a crowd
Cause people like to talk, Lord, how
wanna sing

So lock me up in a studio,
Fill it up with sound and scenarios
Stop blocking the driveway with your car
Put the butterfly in the bill jar
of the crime
But the dead can't speak and there's nothing left to say anyway
All you left behind is a chalk outline

I've been cold in the crypt
But not
Lord don't she make me proud! 
She never makes a scene 
By hangin' all over me in a crowd! 
 
'Cause people love to talk, 
Lord don't they love
BEHIND CLOSED DOORS
Writer Kenny O'Dell

My baby makes me proud, Lord don't she make me proud She never makes a scene by hanging all over me in
just ask Jarvis

Studio to studio, I drink juice,
Produce tons of new shit, like a booty hole
Show to show, full throttle, backstage,
No models, no
My baby makes me proud, Lord don't she make me proud
She never makes a scene by hanging all over me in a crowd
'Cause people like to talk, Lord, how
a oh 
They took the credit for your second symphony. 
Rewritten by machine on new technology, 
and now I understand the supernova scene. 
Oh-a oh
My baby makes me proud, Lord don't she make me proud 
She never makes a scene by hanging all over me in a crowd
'Cause people like to talk, Lord,
My baby makes me proud, Lord, don't she make me proud
She never makes a scene by hanging all over me in a crowd
'Cause people like to talk, Lord,
Leaded by this old and tired heart
Dividing my pain, from the
Hopes of soul

And now unscreamed voice
Behind the walls of silence
Decay to my surrender
My baby makes me proud, Lord don't she make me proud 
She never makes a scene by hanging all over me in a crowd
'Cause people like to talk, Lord,
You need to quit, quit making a scene

Like lipstick traces on pillow cases
Some things in life are unforgettable
Like love, loss, lies and lust,