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Sister Bridget by the stai, a glass of wine and she's almost there. 
Cousin Jimmy at the door, another beer and he's on the floor. 
Friends
Blow up in his hands

'Cause Darren's got an appetite
For lightin' dynamite
And letting it
Blow up in his hands

Ava's got a Frank Sinatra tune
Ava's got
is cryin'

You know if I can sing pop tunes like
Frank Sinatra or Sammy Davis Jr.
I don't think I still could do it
Cause Lucille don't wanna play
know, if I could sing pop tunes like Frank Sinatra or, 
Sammy Davis Junior, I don't think I still could do it, 
'Cause Lucille don't wanna play nothing
eyes and you could pretend you're me
A cut from the cloth of the Kennedy's
Frank Sinatra having dinner with the Genovese
This is the genesis
a story?
Close your eyes and you could pretend your me
A cut from the cloth of the Kennedy's
Frank Sinatra having dinner with the Genovese
This is
a story?
Close your eyes and you could pretend your me
A cut from the cloth of the Kennedy's
Frank Sinatra having dinner with the Genovese
This is
The Syndicate of Sound is playing
At the Free Frank Frenzy
Me and Mitchell
Drinking ourselves into gin oblivion
Hold onto this, hold onto that
I think it's crying.

You know, if I could sing pop tunes like Frank Sinatra
Or Sammy Davis Junior, I don't think I still could do
It, 'cause
Isn't she lovely?
Isn't she wonderful?

Like the whores that we are, swatting flies from the wounds we design.
This is not about fear.
Paranoia is
Polegic, boogyin' down to Frank Sinatra."
Lindsey to the Lohan, naked while you let me watch ya?
Who'd a knew the pew'd a do to me what it's done?
Such
she had frenched his fry
Everybody:
Yodeloo yodeloo yodeloo oh
Frenched his fry
(isn't that amazing? )
Advance romance
Bobby say
some bullets that so round
50 took a look at it and told me to slow down
Petey you need me nigga just holla and I got ya 
Throw on some frank sinatra
and sweet within

My favourite memory
Was under that tree
That's been there since
I was three
Now I would like to
Sing for you
My jabuticaba song

Isn't she
again
And she bows down to starve to death
Oh, but she isn't thinking this before sinking

[Repeat: x 2]
Is anyone here, here, here?
Come, come
I
was her madam
And the future looked as bright and as clear
As the black tarmacadam
Well I hope that she sleeps well at night,
Isn't haunted by every
Haunted by every tiny detail
'Cos when she held that lovely face in her hands
All she thought of was betrayal

And now the cynical ones say that it all
to have your name mentioned in the song? 
Isn't that good. Lovely lady) 

[didgerydoo instrumental] 

(Quick burst of applause for Ross there,
and gave her confirmation
Saint Theresa's calling her, the church up on the hill is looking lovely
But it doesn't interest, the only things she wants to know
know ya
(until I know ya)

Yea huh
Let me hear the song that sync
I wonder what song she'll sing
Would it be your Frank Sinatra hit or maybe a tune by
{she}
 Think of what you're losing
 By constantly refusing to dance with me.
 You'd be the idol of France with me!

 And yet you stand there
all the way around the fuckin' world

Black Frank Sinatra on yo' ass,

Q.B. Braveheart nigga...



[Verse 1]

Was classified as the bastard
Kimberly’s lovely, dressed all in white
She sits at the bar on a Saturday night
And waits for her boyfriend who comes when he can
Get away from
"D'yez not know nothin' by Christy Moore?" 

The next thing you be wantin' is Danny Boy! Chris is chillin' on the uilleann but he isn't alone 
Here
your wrist at?
I can kill you in four bars, that's a Kit Kat
Did the Lambo my way with a sick wrap
Smooth as Frank Sinatra with a motherfucking slick