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nobody's fool, 
She plays by the rules, 
Ah, she loves me too
She's a lady

Yea, I found a woman in Texas, who's now such a part of my life
Yea, I
travel we're never apart
Sara, oh Sara
Beautiful lady, so dear to my heart

How did I meet you? I don't know
A messenger sent me in a tropical storm
You
I laid on a dune, I looked at the sky,
When the children were babies and played on the beach.
You came up behind me, I saw you go by,
You were
of a bathroom they find an old lady
No clothes, half of her tongue, ear missin'
The killer had to be mad smart, he wore mittens
Even though her leg was bitten
like tropical line
Locked by the spine
Doing a murder seven thirty, then they fly at night
Shit! 
Head spring, head twisted to the buick
You say
second-hand obstacles,
But only to make matters worse.
Plus I'm getting pimped by this temp lady, Jackie,
From Optima staffing, figure laughing.
Shut up
got the spot sewn, so we can make a billion
The God's tropical
Ladies call me black fruit punch
Rainbow, flavored niggas murder niggas for lunch
Peace
we can just Maxamillion
I got the spot sewn, so we can make a billion
The God's tropical
Ladies call me black fruit punch
Rainbow, flavored niggas
obstables
But, only to make matters worse
Plus I'm getting pimped by this temp lady Jackie
From Optima staffing figure laughing
Shut up clown don't talk
big weed burn cool by the pack
Watch your back New Orleans is a fool like that
Out the blue you crooked punishments choose to jack
You might see me
of shocking ink
Where little old ladies die afraid and alone
Now surrounded by yuppies small bars and coke, I

A.O.
Children mustn't know that we're living
obstables
But, only to make matters worse
Plus I'm getting pimped by this temp lady Jackie
From Optima staffing figure laughing
Shut up clown don't talk
and rain

Mark volman:
They're all going to go home,

Mark volman & howard kaylan:
Through the fog, through the dust.
Through the tropical fever
and rain

Mark volman:
They're all going to go home,

Mark volman & howard kaylan:
Through the fog, through the dust.
Through the tropical fever
apparatus Broken English is apparent It be the tropical siva movement for your action Upon sense begins to shatter ain't no excuses like Cube said put your
out, grab a white bitch by her titties

Rock wallabies, this is Clarkology
You know copy Starky belong wit the triple technology
Quick wit the pistol,
Everybody wanna get
All fucked up

Ladies shake it up
Mackin'-Ro shakedown
I shake the ground
When I roll through your town
I shake my glass of cognac
to left field like Carter did to Philly

Do you understand me? Ha, really?
No MacGyver tactics can stop my theatrics
I'm making ladies back flip
Understand