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the earth beneath my feet, 
Yes, I would, 
If I only could, 
I surely would . . . 

Yes I would . . . 

Original English Lyrics by Paul Simon 
Arrangement
(Mark Hollis / Simon Brenner / Paul Webb / Lee Harris)
Cover me with shades of disbelief
Can happiness be someone's else's dream
Numbers call
Pretty Little Baby
Marvin Gaye
Written by: Clarence Paul/Marvin Gaye/Dave Hamilton

Darling, please stay, don't go away
(If you leave me)
What
frames
Jean Paul Gaultiers 'cause they match with her persona

Her pistol go, her pistol go,
I said her pistol go,
'Cause she a fashion killa, and I
and all you hips, style
You shockin' it, you a rock it, you a kill it
And a one thing the Dutty Paul want to predict
Say by tha end of tha night you will
of him and less cared for his fate.
And he knew no peace of mind when his trial was comin' by
The judge said, "you are guilty you must die."

Bb f
But paul
imagined
Magnified by inner-joining ions
Who patronize my likeness and pray for my demise
I despise anyone who decides they live a life of fakeness
Imitating
frames
Jean Paul Gaultiers 'cause they match with her persona

Her pistol go, her pistol go,
I said her pistol go,
'Cause she a fashion killa, and I
Read My Lips

Words & Music by Erika Paul
From the cd entitled, "It's About Time"

Rollin' through life not hurtin' no one
Risin' in
The common theme see they both got wings
If you fly, do it to death
It's only one God, and it's only one crown
So it's only one king that can stand on this
frames
Jean Paul Gaultiers 'cause they match with her persona

Her pistol go, her pistol go,
I said her pistol go,
'Cause she a fashion killa, and I
frames
Jean Paul Gaultiers 'cause they match with her persona

Her pistol go, her pistol go,
I said her pistol go,
'Cause she a fashion killa, and I
frames
Jean Paul Gaultiers 'cause they match with her persona

Her pistol go, her pistol go,
I said her pistol go,
'Cause she a fashion killa, and I
The common theme see they both got wings
If you fly, do it to death
It's only one God, and it's only one crown
So it's only one king that can stand on this
been the same
And he never will be again
If I could fix his brain
Take back the crack in his mind
Give it all back, you can have the racks and fame
glory only happens once
As if your heart could walk through walls
Autumn chased me to Charlottesville
The first crisp days following me as I head south
the b****es tell me
Even if I died now
I live my life eternally and never lie down, why cry now?
Fooled a few but never 'came a gamer, ain't tryin' to hear
me
Even if I died now
I live my life eternally and never lie down, why cry now?
Fooled a few but never 'came a gamer, ain't tryin' to hear it
Evil
on the game
I suppose what you're spittin' is flames, cowards
Knew your crew was vaginal, I could smell the dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill
if she ain't by my side
With this crazy, crazy world
Thank God I'm with my girl

You be the momma, you be the daddy
Baby we could play house, I
Words & Music by Paul Brandt


I?d rather stand on the edge of a cliff

And hang my toes over a bit,

And then jump when they dare me,

Even if it
ass soft commercial rhyme
I don't sound like Phyllis Simon or the Wynans
I rock Central Park but do not mistake me for Paul Simon
I can't hear nothin
backwards
But Bone and Darkchild make hits like linebackers

Can I live?
If you wanna be in my shoes then get in
You can talk the talk but don't live
Let’s take it back to 1982 just quickly
I came into this world, and my Ma thought
Ima name this little boy Paul
Plain old boring old Paul
And I
live by the Bust' Scenario, what the dealio?
You could stop listening, right now
I'm pussy eating with bitches, I put the dyke down
Cause I