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Naked Eyes (Naked Eyes) · Promises, Promises: The Very Best of Naked Eyes (Naked Eyes) · Promises, Promises: The Very Best of Naked Eyes (Naked Eyes) · Naked Eyes (Naked Eyes) · The Best of Naked Eyes (Naked Eyes) · Naked Eyes Video 45 (Naked Eyes) · The Best of Naked Eyes (Naked Eyes) · With Art Farmer (Bennie Green) · Les Mots: The Best of Mylene Farmer (Mylène Farmer) · Farmer John Live (The Premiers) – and 90 other albums »


on this table
(Maxing)
You would have he was disabled by the way he be relaxing
Acting like Mr. Magnificent

But the animals were thinking something
out all them other dudes I don't

Then one by one they started comin' over to perform
And someone played "Temptation" on kazoo
Nellie got as naked
[Dead men tell no tales.
Up push the daisies till the soil is stale
In a powder blue tux for the farmer's sale
Mr. big sleep with the carp
This for my man yo, word up

"I got a 187 on the corner of Farmers boulevard in Linden."
"Uh, drug related?"
"The usual."

I don't mean this in
steps, repeat my own and reflect my thoughts
Cold and uninviting, partially naked
Except for toffee wrappers and this morning's paper
Mr. Jones got run
steps, repeat my own and reflect my thoughts
Cold and uninviting, partially naked
Except for toffee wrappers and this morning's paper
Mr. Jones got run
longer kelvin mercer but the posdnuos
Plug one yo I found fun
In the scribblin' of speak
On a naked white sheet
Most recognized by my dark brown self
about my reputation
Across the nation
"Mr. I get around"
My temptation got me dripping wet
Perspiration
I'm activated by the moves your making
Baby
activated by the moves your making
Baby why you faking? strip naked get the love making
See its all in your mind, so every time I sip a glass of wine
I
about my reputation
Across the nation, "Mr. I get around"
My temptation got me dripping wet, perspiration
I'm activated by the moves your making
Baby
the brain of mr. clown
Lock me up because I'm ill
Keep me that way cause it pays the bills
A burden to all I live in shame
Left to rot by the very same game
I
dirty steps - repeat my own and reflect my thoughts
Cold and uninviting, partially naked
Except for toffee wrapers and this mornings paper
Mr. jones
wig, said, "How do I look?"
I's high flyin', bare naked, out the window

Well, sometimes I might get drunk
Walk like a duck and smell like a skunk
Don't
the thoughts to rhyme 
Til there was no longer thoughts to dream 
When an unpolished demo led to limos at the age of eighteen 
Accompanied by the screams,
said, "How do I smell?"
I hot-footed it, bare-naked
Out the window!

Well, sometimes I might get drunk,
Walk like a duck and stomp like a skunk.
steps, repeat my own and reflect my thoughts
Cold and uninviting, partially naked
Except for toffee wrappers and this morning's paper
Mr. Jones got run
dirty steps, repeat my own and reflect my thoughts
Cold and uninviting, partially naked
Except for toffee wrappers and this morning's papers
Mr. Jones
dirty steps, repeat my own and reflect my thoughts

Cold and uninviting, partially naked
Except for toffee wrapers and this morning's papers
Mr. Jones
see runners and skaters
And a half naked man
Showing off his tattoos

And I see old Mr. Gray
With his bad toupee
With some dumb girl about half
Intro: Lil' Kim (Mr. Cheeks)]
Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Yeah)
Aiyyo Tim man this the jump off right here man! (Jump off!)
Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Whoa!)
Or just let it slip
Yo

Remote is ready, eyes wide palms are sweaty
there's Flintstones on the TV all ready, Wilma and Beatty
No virgin, I'm channel
you should of been known
That I be the one holding the key to where you go

[Mr. Shadow]
So close your eyes mothafucka

[Mr. Lil One]
Fool you should
could, but they go blind by it
Look in the sky and I see Africa's eyes in it
The land is dry like the cry infinite

The tear we shed grow to fruit til'
could, but they go blind by it
Look in the sky and I see Africa's eyes in it
The land is dry like the cry infinite

The tear we shed grow to fruit til'
said, "How do I smell?"
I hot-footed it, bare-naked
Out the window!

Well, sometimes I might get drunk,
Walk like a duck and stomp like a skunk.