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Albums:

Senior Cookin': Good Cookin'/Somethin's Cookin' (Junior Cook) · *NSYNC [Germany] (*NSYNC) · *NSYNC [Australia] (*NSYNC) · The Essential *NSYNC (*NSYNC) · *NSYNC (*NSYNC) · *NSYNC [Australian Bonus Tracks] (*NSYNC) · *NSYNC [Japan Bonus Tracks] (*NSYNC) · Cookin' at Sweet Basil (Oliver Jones) · Home Cookin' (Feels Like Home) · Something's Cookin'/Goodies (Howard Roberts) – and 90 other albums »


Gimme the music

(I'd get a thrill, if you'd say you will)
Gimme a rockabye, gimme a lullaby
Give me a by and by oh by and by oh by
Gimme a rockabye,
You wash them clothes 
Swee dee dee 
And hang 'em on the line 
I can see by the way 
You wash them clothes 
Your cookin' must be fine 
I'm with
If I drove a truck
And I were waitress
And I ordered coffee
And I poured you some

Then you'd stop by
On your way sometime later
And if we
If I drove a truck
And I were waitress
And I ordered coffee
And I poured you some

Then you'd stop by
On your way sometime later
And if we
the kitchen cookin chicken tryin to pay my rent

Shawty rap about gucci stay strapped with a uzi
Murder 1 platinum eatin justice by Tuesday
It's gucci mane
If I drove a truck
And I were waitress
And I ordered coffee
And I poured you some

Then you'd stop by
On your way sometime later
And if we
Written by hughie cannon (as released by patsy cline, September 14, 1964

Won't you come home, bill bailey, won't you come home
I moan the whole
River's on the rise, crows are in the skies
Look at that big yellow cornbread moon
Now that you're lookin'
Do you feel something cookin'?
Look
we're rockin
And we make another record if we're not number one 
And we're motivated by something they could never hope to understand
You see I'm lazy
My father's father's on the front porch rockin' 
A friend drops by, two old men talkin' 
Rememberin' so many other summer days 

Grandma's in
the kitchen cookin chicken tryin to pay my rent

Shawty rap about gucci stay strapped with a uzi
Murder 1 platinum eatin justice by Tuesday
It's gucci mane
woman
Unless you wanna tangle with me
By way you're a lookin' I can tell you're cookin' up 
Somethin's gonna get you hurt
And that cash you're
Written by: Neil Diamond

If I close my eyes
I can almost hear my mother
Callin', "Neil, go find your brother
Daddy's home, and it's time for
To mama's home cookin' and dad
Was baitin' my hook and I'm sitting on a tailgate,
Thinking 'bout those days just
Wish I was
Back

When I think about how it
Two floors above the butcher
First door on the right
Life filled to the brim
As I stood by my window
And looked out on those
Brooklyn Roads

I
we're rocking
And we're motivated by something they could never hope to understand
Jedi Master is the man

Say what?
It's like a TV show, here we go
to Cali,
Oh we're cutting trips in the valley,
Everywhere we go,
You know we're gonna roll,
With ah top down,
Cruzin' nice and slow,
We got Nsync
Won't you come home, Bill Bailey
Won't you come home?
She moans the whole day long.
I'll do the cookin', darling
I'll pay the rent,
I know I've
Two floors above the butcher
First door on the right
Life filled to the brim
As I stood by my window
And looked out on those
Brooklyn Roads

I
and love is the only revolution

I was lookin', I was cookin'
I was cookin' by myself last night
I was dancin', I was dancin'
I was dancin' by myself
goes Nadine

I think that witchy lady
Been cookin' up some spells
When she walks on by
You know
I love the way she smells

She has a big gray car
She
let’s rock this spot till the sunset

I wanna celebrate
Baby, no it can’t wait
Hey we gonna celebrate yeah, yeah, yeah

Momma’s in the kitchen cookin
He's an American boy with his hair combed back
He's gonna buy himself a nice new car 
He's gonna marry one of them pretty cookin' wives
And die
Lilly Pearl standin' by the wood stove
Cookin' up a pot of fatback and beans
Aprons made outta Martha White flour sack
Them was the days when
and I've got some place to be by eight
You spin around in circles, cookin' breakfast, runnin' late too
You're stressed out, stretched thin, sometimes it's