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where people dance
And quite by chance she' danced right next me

I love you baby but face it, she's Madonna
No man on earth would say that he don't
And quite by chance she danced right next to me

I love you baby
But face it she's Madonna
No man on earth would say that he don't want her
It's me not
circumstance 
Across a room 
Where people dance 
And quite by chance 
She' danced right next me 

I love you baby 
But face it she's Madonna 
No man
it that ain't love by remote control

Move over Madonna, give it up, Baby Lou
She'd never been rich, never been famous like you
She's hot
And quite by chance she danced right next to me

I love you baby
But face it she's Madonna
No man on earth would say that he don't want her
It's me not
And quite by chance she danced right next to me

I love you baby
But face it she's Madonna
No man on earth would say that he don't want her
It's me not
and his guitar 
To blaze across the heavens 
Like a brilliant shooting star 

The middle-aged Madonna
Calls her neighbor on the phone
Day by day
portrayed
By the man with the voice and pain inside
Ah, fuck that shit, rest his soul, never mind
In my shoes there were room to grow
So I got real high
(*background is Black Sabbath's "Iron Man," performed by the group Metal Church*)

(*chanting*)

[Verse 1]
You could strike a match in my hand
Too
so he can play guitar

Too cool to be forgotten
Hey hey too cool to be for gotten
Man running through the grass outside
Says he wants to take up
so he can play guitar
Too cool to be forgotten
Hey hey too cool to be for gotten
Man running through the grass outside
Says he wants to take up
to make a blind man sing
Yo it's the cham-pan-yah, from the man with the bandanna
I can't stand a flute with anything but Santana
What's the first name in
a man
But somethin' kinda restless started stirrin' in my body
Before I even got my guitar out
And I'm glad I didn't waste my time writin' all these
How I get robbed in Cali
I be with Cali thugs
Got mobbed in Cali
Yeah that Cali love
Come chatter mouth
Have my bling black is out
Stick me
How I get robbed in cali
I be with cali thugs
Got mobbed in cali
Yeah that cali love
Come chatter mouth
Have my bling black is out
Stick me what
glocks and keys

Niggaz call me young black Socrates, West Indies
Bitch drop to knees quick, what?
With dreams of being a rich man's bitch
Feel sorry for
and cheepnis in the case of a monster movie has nothing to do with the budget of the film, al
H it helps. but true cheepnis is exemplified by visible nylon
I call the crib they say "Breeze you ain't know?"
I say "What?" "Big Time got popped in his Benzo!"
I said "Damn man, I'm riding in his Lexus
I'm
I call da crib they say "Breeze you ain't know?" 
I say "What?" "Big Time got popped in his Benzo!" 
I said "Damn man I'm riding in his Lexus 
I'm
was a big fan but the first thing you said when you saw me is "Can I get a pic for the gram?"
I was like "Nah, sorry man"
I only socialize with
an all-star line up
Like none I'd ever seen
Roger Miller opened the show with Bob Wills and his Texas Playboys
Followed by Webb Pierce followed by Hawkshaw
I couldn't be there with you all when momma passed away
I was on the road and when they came and told me it was just too late

I drove by the grave
can't believe can you, I'm callin' my dog Nathaniel
And ballin' with all my mans you'll be blowin' and all will hand you
Accordingly or disorderly
believe can you, I'm calling my dog Nathaniel
And balling with all my mans you'll be blowing and all will hand you
Accordingly or disorderly bullets are
tired
Desired, that was the beauty I admired
Out by the 41 Brook, no joke
Can I have a toke, finally, she smiled and smoked
Gave the girl my number,