Lyrics:
somehow knew that this had to be
The winds of March that make my heart a dancer
A telephone that rings but who's to answer
Oh, how the ghost of you
somehow knew that this had to be
The winds of March that make my heart a dancer
A telephone that rings - but who's to answer?
Oh, how the ghost of you
can't move the crowd
Well then what do I rap for?
Catharsis or fame? AmI harboring my pain
Am I trying to change the world
Or just marketing my name? Am I
In the County Tyrone, near the town of Dungannon,
Where many the ructions meself had a hand in.
Bob Williamson lived, a weaver by trade,
And all
mean..."
Well, Bob's been here for over twenty years keeping these woods alive
With his only friends, a dog named Barney and his instruments, his musical
a cliffhanger, no, I ain't a stranger
Yo, I'm Toddy Tee, and I'm a Compton banger
Wanted by the F.B.I. for transport of
Sucker MC's across the Syndicate borders
too much answers
Full house bob! I clean shop
Danny tanner
Whatchu know about a bankroll that can't fold?
Sacrificing talent and yo bread for these
In the county Tyrone, in the town of Dungannon
Where many a ruckus meself had a hand in
Bob Williamson lived there, a weaver by trade
And all
there may be some moves, that you haven't even seen yet
Boy:
No way, Jose!
Girl:
Well, I got a new step for you-
Made it up all by myself.
I
Bobby, come on over for dinner!
Just be the three of us
Only the three of us!
We love you!
Phone rings, door chimes, in comes company!
No strings,
think for more hours
Have time for more dancers
Don't think me as low runner
More hours
Then think for more hours
Have time for more dancers
Don't think
She talk dirty, but her mouth clean
Bitch, I'm M.C. Hammer, I'm about cream
I got thirty cars, whole lot of dancers
I take 'em everywhere, I'm M.C.
the fucking jungle
Between virtual jungles
And this cement scape
Now you see this is a love story
Discovered by the closing of the city
Deep purple for eyes
Ooo, that's the motion
Two minutes, got her open
Bob Marley, always smoking
Ooo, that's the motion
Only needed two minutes, I got her open
Living
tasted just fine
Now, its got a sweet tooth for long hair
So, Bob and Greg and Grant you should beware
Followin' the dead is how it gets it's kicks
Shame
She can tell by the way I move
I'm a dancer, I'm a dancer
The phone ring
Don't answer, don't answer
She can tell by the way I move
I'm a dancer, I'm
hold it down for the set
I ain’t got shit, but ambition only
They ain’t say nothing when I was lonely
Now I got nothing but shooters on me
We ain’t
RS2!
You never give me your money
You only give me your funny paper
And in the middle of negotiations
You break down
I never give you my
The real world is calling
Let's give it an answer
It's us all together
In this world, we're dancers
The real world is calling
Give it an answer
It's
don't feel so lost and lonely
I'll come find you soon
Look for me in shadows, yeah babe
Cast down by the moon
Shadow Dancer
Won't you dance with me?
tasted just fine
Now, its got a sweet tooth for long hair
So, Bob and Greg and Grant you should beware
Followin' the dead is how it gets it's kicks
Shame
tasted just fine
Now its got a sweet tooth for long hair
So Bob and Greg and Grant you should beware
Followin' the Dead is how it gets it's kicks
Shame
and C's these E's are way to speedy man
Big up the Bobs Beethoven too
Benzodiazepines
Big up Bjork and Biggy Smalls
Big up poets in the hall
Big up
(Murray's Club, the summer of the following
Year the topless dancers
Has gained a new performer: MANDY
RICE-DAVIES, sixteen, a pert
Attractive blonde
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