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I don't want to talk too much
I just want to get to you
I don't want to see you there
I just want to get you there

All by myself
Not everybody
I don't want to talk too much
I just want to get to you
I don't want to see you there
I just want to get you there

All by myself
Not everybody
was too good to be true
They even bet you'd search for someone new
This pendent world of ours was paradise
And I was blind by the star dust in my
was too good to be true
They even bet you'd search for someone new
This pendent world of ours was paradise
And I was blind by the star dust in my
I don't want to talk too much
I just want to get to you
I don't want to see you there
I just want to get you there

All by myself
Not everybody
I don't want to talk too much
I just want to get to you
I don't want to see you there
I just want to get you there

All by myself
Not everybody
years

You gotta walk that road alone
You gotta walk that lonely
I wear my heart out on my sleeve
A sight you surely must have spied by now
I admit
Yet, now you've deflated me
'Till, you're my Waterloo
When J.P. Morgan bows I just nod
Green Pastures wanted me to play God
The Siamese Twins I
Yet, now you've deflated me
'Till, you're my Waterloo
When J.P. Morgan bows I just nod
Green Pastures wanted me to play God
The Siamese Twins I
Yet, now you've deflated me
'Till, you're my Waterloo
When J.P. Morgan bows I just nod
Green Pastures wanted me to play God
The Siamese Twins I
my girlfriend Jim, and Ian, and Aynsley, and Bob, and Frank... I mean, none of us...

Pleased to meet you...

Hi Howie

We never met a pop star from
I met a woman in San Francisco
Who was lying in the street
I walked on past her in a hurry
I didn't want her at my feet

Am I just numb
I'm getting the feel of what to do
It's got a good ring to it

I'm getting a thing for it
And if there's a sting in it
I'll have met my Waterloo
(Here's a special request)
(Hope you enjoy it)

I tired to find how my heart could be so blind,
Dear
How could I be fooled just like the rest
Walkin' To Missouri
Sammy Kaye
Peaked at # 11 in 1952
Words and music by Bob Merrill, 1952
Poor little robin walkin', walkin', WALKIN'
but that’s the truth, I swear!
I might come to the top then drop off with a fuckin' parachute
R.I.P my brother Paris, ever since then I’ve been deadly
nothing
To the hillbilly stuck my barrel in his eye
Boomshacka boomshacka hair jumps in the sky
Why I never liked chicken pot pie?
Or the chopped
taken by surprise when I quickly closed my eyes.
So she rang the bell, and quick as hell
Bob the Nob came out on his job
To see what the trouble was.
worries ya 

I'm known for sampling of soul food 
Off the old school plates 
When I met up with my niggas from the 718 
One the Jungle Bro, the other
'd take a ride
And soon met Mr. Right, was seated by my side
The horse was lean and lank, misfortune seem a lock
We got into a drifted bank and then we
to be my girl

See, I know how you're feelin'
I used to be in your shoes
So calm down with the attitude
You just done met somebody new
You never
a new sick story
I never met a chick that was too thick for me

Holy moses, my old earth know me closest
On how I played it back and stayed bent like
through
Those window panes
And try my best to ride it out
Over instrumental tapes

If I'd had met you at the playground
Before a hand could tear your world
bitch had me jinx wid hijinx 
Cuban linx snatched from my neck 
It was the sex, 
This 12 ounce bottle of bex had me drunk 
One night laid up wit
And soon met Mr. Right, was seated by my side
The horse was lean and lank, misfortune seem a lock
We got into a drifted bank and then we kissed a lot

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