Lyrics:
Angel when she shuts her eyes
Like we will leave to my demise
Between my time is short
About to start my last resort
Wake me up when it's time to make
don't go to church
More time I had more faith in cunch
Her ass fat I can tell from the front
My pocket fat you can tell by the watch
Before I buy ice
corruption
You say, I'm pure and then undiluatable
And once I'm in your blood I make it pursuitable
Now only they say sing it on son
Sing it on son, she
cannot depend on it to be your guide
When it's you who must keep it satisfied
It ain't easy to swallow, it sticks in the throat
She give her heart
hips her lips her thighs
Man they all unique how
This woman still be single
Twinkle in her eye, givin me a lil tingle
She make my heart stop she pop no
the corner.
Close to the end, down by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up, I get down.
III. I Get Up, I Get Down
Anderson/Howe
In her white lace
You
miracles made real
Like a bird in flight on a hot sweet night
You know you're right just to hold her tight
He soothes it right, makes it out of sight
I bell your Mum up
Tell her to smack your bum up
And shut the fuck up
Stuck the landing wonky and forgot to rhyme
My scheme's obtuse and out of time
warm my heart, you have from the start
I had waited so long to feel what is now so real
You're by my side, and you're all mine
The wait was worth every
5, 6, a-5, 6, 7, 8
Bathing beauty, on the beach
Bathing beauty, say hello
What a cutie, what a peach
Bathing beauty, watch her go
(Alright, Meg,
Part of the garden, her dark Eden
Fed blood by poisoned fronds
My heart hardened in her wet season
Treading mud in her slough of despond
But only now
And called him Jim
You have already met her. She is Della
Della finished her crying and cleaned the marks of it from her face
She stood by the window
that I earned now
You said you always want your girl but as It turns out
Me and her at her place doing workout's
I know you mad but It's too bad
I make
one’s stopping anything.
RICK:
We don’t-
ROBERT:
What? You don’t want to hear my little hummingbird sing?
RICK:
I would love her to sing.
CHARLOTTE:
her bubble ass
At night while awake, I ache for her embrace
Visions of her lovely face makes my heart quicken its pace
I'm so lost in thought
I know
And though she`s tall and kind of gawky
Oh, how she gets the men
Her singing isn`t operatic
It`s got a lot of static
What makes your heart get acrobatic
Standin' clear and proud
Docs, not just fashion, I'm into the comfort and hold
Worn by all types, rubber soles grip tightly
I let em tell stories with each
Miss Daaé
The Angel of Music has her under his wing
Make no attempt to see her again"
If you didn't write it, who did?
Where is he?
Ah, welcome
the penny drops
Yeah, I'm a wordsmith with a black heart
Got trouble making bright art
Figure out where time starts
To take the course of life by both hands,
everybody wanna sing
Makes everybody wanna sing, makes everybody wanna sing
The music of the mountains, makes everybody wanna sing
Daddy won my mamas heart
Make the stars look like they're not shining
Her hair, her hair
Falls perfectly without her trying
She's so beautiful and I tell her every day
Yeah I
testify
My T-shirt come from Bergdorf
I make so much on a verse I take a third off
Bird call, swerve off
Bust a nut on her, tell her that's a load off
should take
If you see her say, I love her
She's the one I'll always miss
Sing me somethin' sweet and tender
Make every word a kiss
She was lovelier
that sets me free
I'm overwhelmed by Your great kindness
and Your love that rescues me
Oh the wonder of Your love
The wonder of Your heart
It makes me
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