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full of love traps 
But I don't want to fall in love 
I stand in love, good balanced wit a plan to shove 
A cappella as we start to speak 
Heart
NOTE: Words and tune are the same on both versions, 
but Pat Boone's version is a much more subdued pace.


A-Wop-bop-a-loo-lop a-lop-bam-boo
Tutti
Always
The Ink Spots
Written by Irving Berlin

This version not released as a single
Five versions charted in 1926, two in 1944, and two more in
one warmer Than the one before As I love you more and more And more (in the 1969 version repeating the last verse during fade out) (transcribed by Roman
Always
The Ink Spots
Written by Irving Berlin

This version not released as a single
Five versions charted in 1926, two in 1944, and two more in
NOTE: Words and tune are the same on both versions, 
but Pat Boone's version is a much more subdued pace.


A-Wop-bop-a-loo-lop a-lop-bam-boo
Tutti
Always
The Ink Spots
Written by Irving Berlin

This version not released as a single
Five versions charted in 1926, two in 1944, and two more in
in the Book of the Dun Cow, which dates from the 12th
Century. Before this the story was kept alive by storytellers.
Two other manuscript versions
stuffed komonos and shark fame at a perfect working unit
Look, I'm done
Be-boy, feed that to the needy
Shut your liquor hole, fuck you in 3D
Easy
1986 Version

Suicide rate going up 
Homicide cases piling up 
Rape and killing even with innocent little children 
To those that can really see
You
the cousins
Head to the sky, you could never tell me nothin'
But You called, I heard and just soon enough
I got trucked by that Jesus Love
you're glowin' some will love and some will hate ya
It's real people

[Verse 3]
Black men walking wit white girls on they arms
I be mad at em as if I
songs
Of violence of love and of sorrow 
I beg for just one more tomorrow 
Where you hold me down fold me in 
Deep deep deep in the heart of your sins
y'all rat bitches sound garbage
While me and Ross like the hood version of bombings
Bars give me style like when you steppin in my
The 38 special in my
Talkin' 'bout love
Like it's apple pie and libery
To really be a saint
You gotta really be a virgin
Dry as a page of the
King James Version
No ohh la
in kindergarten
We was more closer than a hand and glove
This is what you call real puppy love
When we'd go trick or treating, I would carry her bag
what more can i say/ you want to hang wit us ridin/ you'll be hiding while we're gliding/ flying by and shit/ you better quite trying/ before you and all
[Chorus]
Hey, hey, my, my
Rock and roll will never die
Hang your hair down in your eye
You'll make a million dollars

Well I was in this band
then-then if you had a car
You was the Chi-Town version of Baby
And I was just a virgin, a baby
One of the reasons I looked up to him crazy
I used to love
his Daytons in his hand
Keys in his hand, reason again to let you know he's the man
Back when we rocked Ellesses, he had dreams of Caprices
Drove by
Only to cop more Smack, Rock from cops that act
not in a manner for you to prosper
You are Ab-so-lete unless
You can handle the ball during a full-court
Take care of myself because the lines are strapped 
Day mean business, no time for play 
If you bite a line, we'll roll your way 
The more you bite,
you're glowin' some will love and some will hate ya
It's real people

[Verse 3]
Black men walking wit white girls on they arms
I be mad at em as if I
his Daytons in his hand
Keys in his hand, reason again to let you know he's the man
Back when we rocked Ellesses, he had dreams of Caprices
Drove by
prepare a table for me, in the presence of my enemies
You anoint my head with oil, my cup overflows
Surely goodness and love will follow me, all the days