Lyrics:
to the young maid he came gliding
Where she'd run to meet him, by the garden wall
Oh my sweet Miguel, I will never tell
No one will ever know, what I know too
Oh God, Oh God, life is real life
Is when you wanna sing Polly-Wally-Doodle all the day,
Well you know, I may well be a sequel to Jaws,
In which
well don' t turn around
Be strong , hold on
we will carry on
I'll take your burdens upon my shoulders
By the grace of God we will carry on
to be a leader, watch you follow my lead
Raised by a tough man, teached me well
Taught me believe in myself and good health
Work hard, be strong,
there before your eyes
And the heroes that you worship
They'll be riding with you, up there by their side
On the bandwagon, it's rolling into town
Don't wanna
Don't wanna be your sexbox
So you say you want respect?
Well, baby, that's what you'll get
I can tell it's no surprise by looking into
Oh..... oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
A few more days we'll be home glory
Ready they'll be getting out the flags
With men fists high motive
She was a real deal farmer's daughter,
Raised on corn bread, drank well water.
The girl next door, but a little bit hotter,
Than anything you ever
probably think I'm washed
I'm kettle cookin' with the chip
It's on my shoulders 'til we win
I'm gettin' older by the minute, yeah
I really had it up
Standin' on the corner
Wait on my girl to come by
Yes standin' on the corner
Waitin' on my girl to come by
Yes I can see nobody's face
And I just
better watch what you say
They always know what's best though
Conditioned by their vision
Sinking in our tombs
The pressure is always there
We know
time to say:
All of No Man's Land is ours, dear, Now I
Have come back home to you, My honey true
Wedding bells in Junie-June All will
Tell by the tunie
the mountain and ask for your hand
'Cause we only want a life that's well worth living
And sleeping ain't no kind of life at all
Come meet the family
Alone and pointless by her mouldering self
She stares at the tin of sardines on the shelf
By a paraffin lamp in a dingy brown room
Gran sits
I'm a stay by your side
So baby let me dry your tears
I know that it feels like
The world is falling down
And you can't make it through
There's
Deadly skies, deadly night dreams
Well, it's no lie to say what I've seen
I've seen the end of the grand scheme
'Cause we all die by our worst
should have known better
Not to judge a book by its cover
It's true
Your family don't trust me yet
But I swear I won't make you look foolish
So let's sit
Come on, baby, I'm waiting for you
You ray of brilliant sunshine you
We'll roll it all up in the fireside booze
Come on, baby, I'm waiting for you
literature and religious text
Telephone uncovered by purveyors of the ouija, then checked against the CBGB women's room graffiti
My social a sudoku
My age
don't do this for nothing, no
From the ground up, yeah
Well, I don't do this shit for nothing, no
Not at all, yeah
My momma need rent, yeah, yeah she
you did it well
And now you and I share the same life missin' out
And so the story goes
That we're left, we're stuck with a broken house
I know
Django
Likened by white powder, John Stamos
Probably the only artist, who can father time, John Amos
Rapper God erupted out of a Comic-Con-cano
Spinning out, gracefully, goin' nowhere, quickly
I am older, day by day
But still goin' back to my childhood way
Circuital, 'round and 'round,
snack
I'm Santa Claus down to Panama beach drunk in my underalls
Playing underwear volleyball with ya bra
I ain't bothered by your triple D's, not at all
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