Lyrics:
No, it's okay. I'll wait."
Mr. Rockefeller, how are you?
Mr. Rockefeller, having fun?
Mr. Rockefeller I could use a few
If you'd like to send
Verse
Ok I Want My Own Holiday And My Own Statues,
Everywhere I Go My Fans By Like Hay Prime Is That You,
Gotta Infinite Apex Have Faith And Let My Soul
Mr. Boombastic
What you want is some boombastic romantic
Fantastic lover, Shaggy
Mr. Lover Lover, Mmm, Mr. Lover lover, heh girl
Mr. Lover lover,
Mr. Boombastic
What you want is some boombastic romantic
Fantastic lover, Shaggy
Mr. Lover Lover, Mmm, Mr. Lover lover, heh girl
Mr. Lover lover,
John Adams:
All right, gentlemen, let's get on with it
Which of us will write our Declaration of Independence?
Mr. Adams, I say you should write
[Originally written and preformed by Styx]
Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto
Mata au hima de
Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto
Himitsu o shiri tai
You're wondering who
passed me by
See the tears standin' in my eyes
You didn't stop to make me feel better
By leavin' me a card or a letter
(Mr. Postman)
Mr. Postman
Mrs. Lovett: Toby!
Where are you, love?
-[whisper]- “Where is he?”
Nothing's gonna harm you--
Not while I'm around
Sweeney Todd: “Toby?” …
too big
For just one person
So I'm by myself at night
Wishing you we're by my side
You can call me
You can call me
You can call me
Mrs Lonely
You can
Pick a tune
Mr. Mr.Goon, hey
See you better get that night Vision
Be like 13, that site missing
Call me werewolf cause I bite Different
Oh yeah by
bottles of heros by my side
I want you like drugs in my eye eye
All over.
And I dey take you more serious, don’t bye bye
Imagine my black hold your white
I
Hey there
My name is Mr Platonic
I'm gonna lean on you
Like something chronic
Gonna cherry-pick my girlfriend experience
Puppets on a string
by bit
You made them cry,
Many poor girls cry
When they trying to keep you happy,
They just trying ta keep you satisfied
Chorus
Mr big stuff, (tell me
'Cause no one takes a Mrs. Mills home
Mrs. Mills waits down the stairs
Crimson carpet leads you there
Leaving broken hearts
A trail of those who
good that you dont know what to do-ooooo
(money, money, money, money, money)
[Mr.]
The cops don't wanna see my C-L 6,
They wanna frisk me
And young with
Mr Mr
Mr do you hear me
Mr. Wankerman
I get so tired
Of your shit yes I do
Mr. Wankerman
You got no respect no no
You're selfish yes you
a forklift
But you know my heart beat that New York shit
Fuck liftin' weights all I smoke is strong
Put a towel by the door
Cover the smoke alarm (Mr weedman)
And mrs. strakosh suggest that fanny's mother needs a new interest in life.
Eddie and mrs. strakosh:
Find yourself a man--
Mrs. brice:
You're demented.
she call for me
Mr lover Man, make you love me tender
Na only you remember
Mr Lover Man, You are the man remember,
I say na only you remember
Mr Lover
still, it's so hard to see it when it's there
Cause oh I, I think I'm falling for you Mrs Bird Eyes
Aand your eyes are a symbol of the freedom love has
me about all of your experiences
Eh-eh-experiences
Eh-eh-experiences
Eh-eh-experiences
Mismatched and so dada
It's how you always do it
Dada-da
What's
tell me about all of your experiences
Eh-eh-experiences
Eh-eh-experiences
Eh-eh-experiences
Mismatched and so dada
It's how you always do it
Dada-da
Dear Mr. President
The world has gone astray
Brothers are dying
They won't live to see today
Was it all worth it
You had to lie to get your way
Say something now Mr. Jones
Ooh, what you gotta say now Mr. Jones
What you gotta say now Mr. Jones
Ooh, what you gotta say now Mr. Jones
What you
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