Lyrics:
And, she's coming home
I got a picture of her down by the seashore
Wearing a bikini made of purple velour
Her hair's up like Conway Twitty's pompadour
what's a girl to do when
She gets blown off by her boyfriend
Wait around and cry?
You may as well sit alone and die
I'm a doctor, I don't take shit
had to forget her
I could hit from the back to the morning
You told me that it's raining that it's pouring
Might take for a drive out in the foreign
years old
Just completely by luck
Wandered into one of the best schools
In the world for taekwondo i just got lucky
I got really, really, really lucky
I
the moon struck one
Julie came running through the pasture, she was screaming at the sky
She fell down to her knees and the tears did fly
Little John
of your life
Tortured by your past, but for what?
It is not for the good of
Your country, the United Kingdom
Or Great Britain
The Queen couldn't care less
desire
You approve her every move
You in a spin (Come on in)
She want to grab you by the duff
And tell you
Honey this is tough enough
For sure
computers but was forced to retire
Fled my homeland in a swift act of bravery
For now, we'll say the full story is escaping me
Either way it came to be
Caught
funny introduce her to a real nigga
I'm tryna expand, I'm tryna go way bigga (Yea)
I'm tryna get bands so I can go way bigga
John Cena babygirl you can't
of me gal from County Clare
Hard by the River Shannon, a true fishmonger there
From Dulin up to Boston she’d gladly ply her wares
And bring a smile
Im John with the stick Madden
Went and did my thing slid away like Aladdin
Really gotta get my bread up not worried about a ring for a baddie
But
up for the gram
He ain't him
Jealous he like green uhm bitch
Eggs and ham
Pull up real quick John Wick
I'm stuck in that girls head
I'm embedded
Uh
Supper time in the hole
Supper time in the hole
I shame my family, shame my home
Supper time
Old Saint John on death row
He's just waiting for
THE TWO MAGICIANS
The lady sits at her own front door
As straight as a willow wand
And by there come a lusty smith
With his hammer in his hand
Crying
and dumber
Mario just pulled up to my house, I only asked for a plumber
I thought it was an eggplant, nah it's really a cucumber
John Pork just called, I'm
som en spiller,
med den gøb er du killer, hvis du virkelig vil chiller vi pass det hø så fortæller jeg
i den her by er der lag på lag på lag, kommer
They'll say she's a keeper
Lying on her bed alone
Counts the mounting hours
Waiting for him to come home
And it's a faithful woman
That stands by his
for my life cause I'm her only son
I hold my breathin just in case I ain't got another one
Cuz these days the street sayin I'm lucky I reached 21
I
FEEL THE BEATING OF HER HEART
AND WHEN WE WAKE, THE WARM TOUCH OF HER HAND
REMINDS ME WHAT A LUCKY MAN I AM
CHORUS WRITTEN BY LIN BUTLER AND JOHN
to do my thing
I’m going to do my best to catch her eye
Make her notice me as I walk by
Got my fingers crossed it’s do or die for me
I'm feeling lucky
I'm
here
The years rolled by and the Babys did come
A little Anna-Belle Lee, and her brother Tom
But then the droughts rolled in, and the hired hands went
her, Dwight
Or run for your life, you didn't know her very well, right
When they take an axe to the face, I wouldn't stay either
But there's a sound in
Now Alice needed money. I put ten dollars on the breeze.
As the wind died away, she sank way below her knees.
And as a hurricane passed by, she
With a picture by Sam a painting by John
And a bonnie black hoss to lead you along
Lucky green wagon you were raggedy brown
Now there is red
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