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Tom Drake/Bob Shane

When I sailed into Portland town, I called upon my dear. Her window held a candle. It's light shone bright and clear.
I walked
no expiration date on the batteries
Look, I've never been a hater
It's never been in my nature
But, listen, let me hook you up 'cause

B.O.B
until my balls turn blue

Chorus

Verse 2:  Fresh Kid Ice
I remember the first time I got a blow job
You know what I mean, when she slobs on Bob
She was
So brave and true, so gentle is he
I'll weep for him as he'd weep for me
Little Boy Blue come blow your horn
In Scarlet Town, where I was born

Scarlet
a bloody oath, by oak, by ash, by bitter thorn
"Lady, I never was in your house since the day that I was born"
"Oh, then it was your young boy Tom that
I'm old Tom Moore from the bummer's shore in that good old golden days
They call me a bummer and a gin shot too, but what cares I for praise ?
I
Adelita, it hurts me when you cry.

Adelita, the time is here to leave you. Once again, now, I'll kiss away your tears.
In my heart I will hold you forever
Written by bob welch.


Don't think your dreams are sane
They're taking over your life
I stuck to you but I found out
That you was the crazy kind
Now
the wind blow by
And all I wanna see is you and me
Go on forever like the clear blue sky
Slowly, there's only you and I
And all I wanna do is watch
And all I want to see is you and me
Go on forever like the clear blue sky
Slowly, there's only you and I
And all I want to do is watch the wind blow by
blow by, I'm getting you high
Bob Nesta said it best everything will be all right

Me see you run, run, run but you could not hide
I know I'm crazy
inside
Feel the breeze blow by, I'm getting' you high
Bob Nesta said it best, everything will be all right
Introspect, connect the sects and let this
(No known beat that can keep me lonely)

(Combat to get you to bomb back)

I know how to rip a mic different
I grip it like so
Tight like
March me down to the seven seas
Bury me with a ruby ring
Kiss me baby on an Easter Sunday day
Make my haze blow away
I said blow away

If music got
little pig, let me in.
Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin!
Well I'm huffing, I'm puffing, I'll blow your house in.
Huffing, puffin, blow your house
Bob Shane/Tom Drake/Miriam Stafford

Chorus:
Run Molly, run (oh, Molly). Run Molly, run. Long John's gonna beat you, beneath the shinin' sun.

Long
Bass player
All alone
Makes a sound
Most wouldn't call a symphony

As he plays
Thinks of a maid
Sad and shuffling
She sings

Blow me a kiss
Before I
drop, people listen to it
To it, to it, to it

Vas-y suce mon flow, vas-y suce mon bob, vas-y suce mon équipe
Vas-y suce mon flow, vas-y suce mon bob
When the scene unfolds
Young girls thirteen years old
Expose themselves to any Tom, Dick, and Hank
Got mo' stretch marks than these hoes
Hollin
When the scene unfolds
Young girls thirteen years old
Expose themselves to any Tom, Dick, and Hank
Got mo' stretch marks than these hoes
Hollin
This young man he arose
What makes you weep down by my grave
I can't take my repose

One kiss, one kiss of your lily white lips, one kiss is all I
Blow job . . .
Gimme dat, give me de chromium cob.

Sy Borg:
Bend over.

Joe:
Gay Bob
Blow job
Gimme dat, gimme dat
Blow job
Gimme dat, give
got all the memories
So much more we can see
Better than our first kiss
Snow falling at Christmas
Like sleeping in on Sunday
Laughter we never faked
Bob
I'm the truth, tell it, loud weed yellin'
Get it by the pound, we just smoke it, we don't sell it
What I blow'll make a plane go
Them bitches say
When the scene unfolds
Young girls thirteen years old
Expose themselves to any Tom, Dick, and Hank
Got mo' stretch marks than these hoes
Hollin