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It's the world's gone crazy cotillion The ladies are dancing alone 'Cos the sidemen all wanna be frontmen And the frontmen all wanna go home
pants Or had the wet spot at the cotillion dance Thick skin (Oh dot dot dot dot, dotadot- like in poetry) Fear spreads like blood in a pool Until it
at cotillion All set to escort a deb Cameras everywhere And I never let it get to my head I was at cotillion And she said she wants another date instead
and all my dawgs are finna ball like a cotillion I gotta get it cause I swear I'm tired of being a civilian Niggas say they bout to buy the bar, I'm bout
When the cotillion arrived We threw out the television I'm Model D 575 Has custom flute presets And Harmony-Plus in addition Now for an arm
When the Cotillion arrived We threw out the television Model D 575 Has custom flute presets And Harmony-Plus in addition Now for an arm
Entrea Ay, tantas cosas que quiero Decirte yo quiero Hacer por ti But first we must dance Private cotillion style One lady's fantasy Trip to Milan
with Josephine Josephine, Josephine But I'd trade all that I've seen for a slow drag with Josephine Gavotte, garrotes, Cotillions and slow
with Josephine Josephine, Josephine But I'd trade all that I've seen for a Slow Drag with Josephine Gavotte, garrotes, Cotillions and slow
Entrea Ay, tantas cosas que quiero Decirte yo quiero Hacer por ti But first we must dancce Private cotillion style One lady's fantasy Trip
an innocent girl from the Spanish and Indian home of the Heroes and Villains. Once at night, cotillion squared, the fight, and she was right In the rain
Back at that high school cotillion Chances were one in a million She had that angora sweater How could I ever forget her? She had a body you'd
And empty cotillion air kisses Gretta smiles as we make our way to the bar The new crowd says I remind them of Frank Who died of excessive nymphets In
the early dawn Don't tell me 'bout cotillions line dancin' no sire'ee! That dancin' Anson City still takes the cake for me. Now boys I won't forget ya, I
'round squares treat beats like cotillions Brooklyn in my blood Jersey in my genes What you mean E for everything Nigma is the team Pure dope on the these
Don't you just know it (Huey "piano" Smith, Cotillion Music/Ace Records) Dr. Feelgood I can't lose with the stuff I use (Don't you just know it)
poor don't mean I can't be a snob Strawberry hair, fair freckled skin Waiting like a creep outside cotillion Shy expression, shawl on her shoulders
poor don't mean I can't be a snob Strawberry hair, fair freckled skin Waiting like a creep outside cotillion Shy expression, shawl on her shoulders
I will, I will, I will Math hotel, lock-box trophy case, unforgiving tile after tile. Bed or The Building? Company of cotillions, forever examples
at these millions and billions It ain't no limit when you dealing with someone this brilliant Cotillion, I know which fork to use in every sitting All my
cold blooded reptilian Yea Imma ball Cotillion Throwing big shade okay Pavilions Counting up jade, kelp and Vermilion Wanna cop a castle no Nathan
everyone like Krillin While you stacking up a million Have a ball or a cotillion While I terrify ya children Back and forth like Wimbledon You will never win
magnificent millions Off a monthly check of divided billions On lavish cotillions And waxy Brazilians Gold Dust Girls They've got all that you could ever need
the Summer Cotillion in 1925? Band playing faster A sky gone red Consuming waltzes Isn't it interesting How the trees grow Sculpted by the gusts It's
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