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Tea Dance, Vol. 2: Another 1920s, 30s, 40s Vintage Tea Party (Glenn Miller) · Afternoon Tea Music: Orange Iced Tea (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Tea Dance: 1920s, 30s, 40s, Vintage Tea Party (The Ink Spots) · Sahara Lounge/Karma Sutra (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Sahara Lounge (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Live at the Sahara in Las Vegas (Connie Francis) · Sahara (AlabĂ­na) · Sahara (House of Lords) · Snow on the Sahara (Anggun) · Live at the Sahara Tahoe (Isaac Hayes) – and 90 other albums »


It was supposed to be so easy...

Just take back the DVD
Withdraw that extra money
Tell mum I wouldn't be back for tea
Then grab my savings
putting so much trust in your religion
They couldn't conquer without division
Boy you still black, I don't care if you Catholic or Christian
Police'll still
putting so much trust in your religion
They couldn't conquer without division
Boy you still black, I don't care if you Catholic or Christian
Police'll still
east and west
We sold some mushroom tea,
We sold some ecstasy,
We sold nitrous, opium, acid, heroin and PCP
And now I hear the police coming after me
east and west
We sold some mushroom tea,
We sold some ecstasy,
We sold nitrous, opium, acid, heroin and PCP
And now I hear the police coming after me
east and west
We sold some mushroom tea,
We sold some ecstasy,
We sold nitrous, opium, acid, heroin and PCP
And now I hear the police coming after me
bread"
So I got out

Paris was a place you could hide away
If you thought you didn't fit in
French police wouldn't give me no peace, 
Just claimed I
can pull up by the curb,
I can make it on the road,
Goin' mobile
I can stop in any street
And talk with people that we meet
Goin' mobile
Keep me moving,
I can pull up by the curb
I can make it on the road
Goin' mobile
I can stop in any street
And talk with people that we meet
Goin' mobile
Keep me
distracted by the graphs.
In the resource room Mrs. Petorsky re-enforced me:

Raisins from her zip-lock bag,
And free time after my target behavior I was
spending ends
Saying, "Gimme that Benz, 20 inch rims, and four TV's"
The snitch in the precinct saying
"He sell X, he sell techs, and he sell D"
The balla by
Of the AM Radio

The VCR and the DVD
There was none of that crap
Back in 1970
We didn't know about a
World Wide Web
It was a whole different game
Being played
we need
Like Martha Stewart shams and sheets and sugar free powdered iced tea
Vanilla coke, lemon pepsi, Friends episodes on dvd

I went to see
I got out

Paris was a place you could hide away, if you felt you didn't fit in
French police wouldn't give me no peace, they claimed I was a nasty
mind?
Afican boy ya know I'm big in Mozambique
Hello, my friend, yes it's me

Hello, my friend
Hello, my friend
Yes it's me
4 by 3, 3 by 3
Buy one
concert and rebellion
The incident was allegedly sparked by police officers trying
To shut down a reportedly peaceful concert by hip hop artists
your bread"
So I got out

Paris was a place you could hide away
If you felt you didn't fit in
French police wouldn't give me no peace
They claimed
your bread"
So I got out

Paris was a place you could hide away
If you felt you didn't fit in
French police wouldn't give me no peace
They claimed
your bread"
So I got out

Paris was a place you could hide away
If you felt you didn't fit in
French police wouldn't give me no peace
They claimed
I got out

Paris was a place you could hide away, if you felt you didn't fit in
French police wouldn't give me no peace, they claimed I was a nasty
bread"
So I got out

Paris was a place you could hide away
If you felt you didn't fit in
French police wouldn't give me no peace
They claimed I was a nasty
Things changed back in '75
We were all growing up on the in and the outside
We got in trouble with the police man
We got busted getting high in the back
Shot through the head 
I'm coming up on an overpass 
Rifle Eyesight was lying low in the high grass 
The empty skull lolls 
Milky cataracts peel
bread
So I got out
 
Paris was a place you could hide away, if you felt you didn't fit in
French police wouldn't give me no peace, they claimed I was
your bread"
So I got out

Paris was a place you could hide away
If you felt you didn't fit in
French police wouldn't give me no peace
They claimed