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Toe 2 Toe (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Toe 2 Toe (Mikey Spice) · Toe 2 Toe (Jah Cure) · Toe 2 Toe, Vol. 6 (Elephant Man) · Toe 2 Toe, Vol. 7 (Sanchez) · Head to Toe (The Breeders) · Head to Toe (Lisa Lisa & Cult Jam) · Playlist: The Very Best of Lisa Lisa & Cult Jam with Full Force (Full Force) · Playlist: The Very Best of Lisa Lisa & Cult Jam with Full Force (Full Force) · Lisa Sings! Lisa Manning (Lisa Manning) – and 90 other albums »


to be near me

Lisa, Lisa, sad Lisa, Lisa

She sits in a corner by the door
There must be more I can tell her
If she really wants me to help her

I'll do
she likes to be near me

Lisa Lisa, sad Lisa Lisa

She sits in a corner by the door
There must be more I can tell her
If she really wants me
know she likes to be near me.

Lisa Lisa, sad Lisa Lisa.

She sits in a corner by the door.
There must be more I can tell her.
If she really wants
know she likes to be near me.
Lisa Lisa, sad Lisa Lisa.

She sits in her corner by the door.
There must be more I can tell her
If she really wants
And is it for the fool who let a love like her's slip by?
(Mona Lisa)
Is it from a broken heart her smile could not disguise?

That must be a tear I
Gotta have it all.
Bart: Sometimes I see her doing homework,
Lisa: I'm working hard all by myself.
Bart: And who can stand a happy sister.
Lisa: He
Like my sweet little Lisa does.
Ain't nobody gonna make me sing.
Make me do the wrong damn thing.
I'm sinking my head in a cold cold stream
Like my
Cecil at home
She wanted to have fun with her daddy's shotgun
She held it right up to his head
His glasses fell at first
But they were followed by
little lisa does
Ain't nobody gonna make me sing
Make me do the wrong damn thing
Sticking my head in a cold cold stream, like my sweet little lisa does
From Derry Quai we sailed away
On the 23rd of May
We were taken on board by a pleasant crew
Bound for Americay

Fresh water there we did take
to believe me
Just want you to release me
I'm the son of a preacher
Ain't no angels in my head
You're preachin' snow-white
But the stain on your
out for miles and miles 
From the circus where we grew up                  
Your head turned to me 
And I was caught up in the light 
Shaken by
make me do like my sweet little Lisa does.
Ain't nobody gonna make me sing.
Make me do the wrong damn thing.

Sticking my head in a cold cold stream,
to make Mona Lisa shake, but
I will not let her out of my head
Til she learns she can do it with me
Still by herself
She is all by herself
She's by
the world get faster day by day? you better get a clear head hey
What a shock you better start to pray even the dumb got something to say
Even the blind ain't
Think the leaning Tower of Pisa
Tilt your head and see the way it stands up tall
Find the beauty in graffiti
The right of Spring by I. Stravinsky
Lisa, could I get a date on Friday?
And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking
Saturday
Round up de posse, Fugee comin' 'round de way,
Nappy heads in
Mr Johnson's car gets the weekend shine
 And it's so fine
 Music plays on radios
 And Lisa in the garden singing to the washing line
 Well never
Never, by any means necessary better
Get up off your ass and get my money 'fore I stretch yah
Out in front your doorstep, when I brandish this .45th
You
Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial
Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while
But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues
You
the dawn

Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial
Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while
But Mona Lisa musta had the highway
the museums, infinity is goes up on trial
Voices echo "this is what salvation must be like after a while"
But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues
You can tell
infinity goes up on trial
Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while
But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues
You can tell by the way she
to rock rock rock rock

What's your name
Lisa
And where you from
9th street
Where you goin'
To the party
Can I come
Uh huh
Oh, they're playin' hop
Infinity goes up on trial
Voices echo, 'This is what
Salvation must be like after a while'
But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues
You can tell by the way