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Albums:

Catch as Catch Can (Kim Wilde) · Catch as Catch Can (Glue) · Catch as Catch Can (Kim Wilde) · Catch the Catch (C.C. Catch) · Catch as Catch Can [Bonus CD] (Glue) · Catch as Catch Can (Kim Wilde) · Catch Tomorrow (Dale Ann Bradley) · Catch a Falling Star [Single] (Perry Como) · Catch a Fire [Bonus Tracks] (Bob Marley) · Catch a Rising Star/Encore (John Gary) – and 90 other albums »


of my face
 You see it's men like you that make us ladies say
 
 Here go the classified ads (Pack ya bags)
 Here go the 20 for the cab (Pack ya bags)
disappointed
Yeah, yeah
Same guy
Spitting different rhymes
Someday I'll catch you disappointed
Disappointed

All we want
Is what the ads have been
and catch me before I fall

Apart from the wandering pack
In this brief flight of time
We reach for the ones whoever dare

You believe but what you see
You
thought I might use you for my man awhile
But just don't let my husband catch you there
I say, just don't let my husband catch you there"

Well, I went
lacks meaning, but racks up stacks of fat reading
They catch chief and wrapped up plants from trap dealings

Now what's a coffin with a scratched ceiling?
and oranges

Cornering neatly she trips up sweetly
To meet the people
She's on time again
And then
I catch her by the eye
then I stop and have to think
his pass is incomplete 'cause I can tell in the smell
To let the dutchy pass me by, let the left catch hell
If I wanted to smoke tobacco I'd get
thought I would use you
For my man a while

'That you just don't my husband
Catch you there
Now, just-just don't let my
Husband catch you there'
thought I would use you
For my man a while

'Tha-at you just don't my husband
Catch you there
Now, just-just don't let my
Husband catch you there'
thought I would use you
For my man a while

'Tha-at you just don't my husband
Catch you there
Now, just-just don't let my
Husband catch you there'
and oranges

Cornering neatly she trips up sweetly
To meet the people
She's on time again
And then
I catch her by the eye
then I stop and have to think
thought I would use you
For my man a while

'Tha-at you just don't my husband
Catch you there
Now, just-just don't let my
Husband catch you there'
He had his marketing plan worked up
He's gonna sell 'em all in big ol' jugs
He wouldn't package 'em in a 6 pack
He's gonna sell 'em by the pair
the alpha to ya omegas
Why'all gettin nosy like my old neighbors
Did he blow? Do he drive?
Talk about me every time I pass by
Sippin my wine with
thought I would use you
For my man a while

'That you just don't my husband
Catch you there
Now, just-just don't let my
Husband catch you there'
Gonna travel, gonna travel wild and free
I'm gonna pack my bags because this great big world is calling me
Every pretty girl's gonna know I'm around
a friend was still a dime

 And everything's been sold American
The early Times is finished and the want ads all are read
Everyone's been sold American
galang dada
galang gwwaan yaw sah
yu nevvah ad noh life fi live
jus di wan life fi give
yu did yu time pan ert
yu nevvah get yu jus dizert
a friend was still a dime

 And everything's been sold American
The early Times is finished and the want ads all are read
Everyone's been sold American
I'm going to rent myself a house
In the shade of the freeway
Gonna pack my lunch in the morning
And go to work each day
And when the evening
the highway to Tulsa, Missouri
So fast that the hurt can't catch up
I'm burning your memory
One mile at a time
All the way to Tacoma
By then I hope you're out
I'm going to rent myself a house
In the shade of the freeway
Going to pack my lunch in the morning
And go to work each day
And when the evening
thought I would use you
For my man a while

'Tha-at you just don't my husband
Catch you there
Now, just-just don't let my
Husband catch you there'
I'm going to rent myself a house
In the shade of the freeway
Gonna pack my lunch in the morning
And go to work each day
And when the evening rolls
to catch the shade, Preacher jump up all ablaze.

รข??They say this year rock is coming back, Jack.
White gnashing teeth like wolves in the pack