Lyrics:
to get the ultimate shine
Popcorn I need my
I need my popcorn
Popcorn I want my
I want my poppy corn
Popcorn I need my poppy corn
They are dancing in the wind
And the color of the corn poppies
Burn like red leaps into the fields
And dance and dance dance the cotton fields
Birds are
our parts
Get some poppy corn
Get some Time alone that we need to make You mine
Yeah
Make you mine, you be Mine, make you lie
Make your choice only got
I was a nut case, and I could not hardly stop
Free samplin' how lust taste, a child of the corn; no Poppy Cock
I was an unborn, waitin' to be reborn
that remain concealed
Long walks on the beach
And along the cliff top
Through fields of poppies and corn...
Dogs running ahead
And a wave to a friend
Karnayna
Karnayna, Karnayna
Karnayna, Karnayna
Karnayna, Karnayna
Let nature's law be upon the land
And let forest be lush
Let the poppies be in the corn
No more I'll stroll no more I'll stroll along a boreen
Or see the scarlet poppies flame amid the corn green
No more beneath the hedge I'll watch
best
And each year when the green corn once again turns into gold
And the poppies in the field again remind me
Like the scar upon my hand
Wildwood
Poppies
Wildwood
Touch me
Behind the birches whirl
The bongo boys in their summoning
The sound seeds now
In the fingers
fi whine up yuh body slow
Whine whine
Whine mek mi sumn grow
Inna dance nuh time you anuh poppy show
Whine up yuh body nuh
Yuh fi whine up yuh body
On and on
You're told which side you're on
You're forced, you're thrown
To become side as to cut the corn
Aah
And all your friends they
Ride
blossoms, by fields of young corn,
Where once she was pledged to her true-love.
The fields they stand empty, the hedges grow (go) free--
No young men
blossoms, by fields of young corn,
Where once she was pledged to her true-love.
The fields they stand empty, the hedges grow (go) free--
No young men
blossoms, by fields of young corn,
Where once she was pledged to her true-love.
The fields they stand empty, the hedges grow (go) free--
No young men
it's horror
Pop the pop corn, the thoughts to rape you really turns me on
Press my buttons baby, press my fucking buttons baby
You're my favorite
it's horror
Pop the pop corn, the thoughts to rape you really turns me on
Press my buttons baby, press my fucking buttons baby
You're my favorite
eleven
Thug boss slim thug drinkin' gpo grey goose patron and orange juice
Po' me some mo'
Now box and Poppy Joe just ordered the rose mo
Drunkin' dueces
blossoms, by fields of young corn,
Where once she was pledged to her true-love.
The fields they stand empty, the hedges grow (go) free--
No young men
blossoms, by fields of young corn,
Where once she was pledged to her true love.
The fields they stand empty, the hedges grow free--
No young men to turn
Pretty pennies pine for purchase
The future of the golden corn
The past a pretense for perfect logic
Rising from the the sacred ground
Some sorcerer
On top of a hill in the Pines
Lived an old man of the loom
He raised corn, wheat, barley, and rye
'Til he could block out the sky
He leveled
on the cot silk
Grew to be a specialist, science is my mafia
That's just how it all works, diamond ring to Claudia
Rose to fame, poppy dust, Red Octobers
pit
Wrist too frosty
Nigga don't cross me
I'm am the catch bitch can't moss me
Eat my seed not no poppy
That's that neat I like it sloppy
That boy a cat
panyumba patu poppy ninkalamu
Salma Dodia aniletela nsalamu
Phoni yanga imwe shuwa niza zimya
chifukwa Jay Z achilamo ku paging'a
kuclubu, tifikila
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