Lyrics:
The craze for pleasure
Steadily grows
Cocktails and laughter,
But what comes after?
Nobody knows!
You're weaving love into a mad jazz pattern,
Ruled by
(push!)
By sudden spurrs (push!)
Is this his or her what stirs?
Now push! Push! (push!)
Unlock the sluice (push!)
Bring up the juice (push!)
Just let
When I met you in the restaurant
You could tell I was no debutante
You asked me what's my pleasure
"A movie or a measure?"
I'll have a cup of tea
hangin' heavy on my hands
If I take a little pleasure and a little bit of love baby that don't makes me all bad
I've been high and I've been low and I've
at the turnstile
I never met him, I'll never forget him
Dream dream, even for a little while
Dream dream, filling up an idle hour
Fade away, radiate
I sit by
(push!)
By sudden spurrs (push!)
Is this his or her what stirs?
Now push! Push! (push!)
Unlock the sluice (push!)
Bring up the juice (push!)
Just let
When I met you in the restaurant
You could tell I was no debutante
You asked me what's my pleasure
"A movie or a measure?"
I'll have a cup of tea
This could be suffering
This could be suffering
This could be pleasure
This could be pleasure
I'm unaware of any difference
I'm unaware of any
Ten miles to northward of the narrow port
Open'd a larger haven: thither used
Enoch at times to go by land or sea
And once when there, and clambering
make seem strange
Although we just met I love to feel your soft skin
Brings pleasure when I'm in pain
You know it's the night time
Need a little bit more
than to
Ever think
I'd stay next to you
So with a little goodbye
And amazing grace
We could piddle on by
Letter of my life
In the same old place
All
set you free
Just pleasure, baby
And no pressure (no pressure)
Promiscuity
Getting dumber by the day, but it's okay
'Cause my brain never worked
Aye aye
Eeh eeh
Aye aye
Eeh eeh
Couldn't tell by your look
Couldn't tell by your look
Couldn't tell by your look
Couldn't tell by your look when I
When I met you in the restaurant
You could tell I was no debutante
You asked me what's my pleasure
A movie or a measure?
I'll have a cup of tea
I trust that everyone is enjoying the music
As the title of the album suggests
This was meant for your listening pleasure
While you are being done
I'm not putting out for God would kill my legs shut, shut
It's a mistake lighting little white candles to make him love you
Oh, he's cold by any
the fighter from the streets
Old men begging for pleasure by the young girls feet
Oh, little princess will you suffer from defeat?
Or escape the needle
The craze for pleasure
Steadily grows;
Cocktails and laughter,
But what comes after?
Nobody knows!
You're weaving love into a mad jazz pattern,
Ruled by
Woke up one morning out some bomb ass cot
My dick kinda limp so I cruise around the block
Call my cousin Snoop as I swoop in the Coupe
Stop by my
Woke up one morning out some bomb ass cot
My dick kinda limp so I cruise around the block
Call my cousin Snoop as I swoop in the Coupe
Stop by my
hangin' heavy on my hands
If I take a little pleasure and a little bit
Of love baby that don't makes me all bad
I've been high and I've been low
And I've
to hold her hands once more as in days gone by
And ask her to forgive me for things I did that made her cry
How few were her pleasures, she never cared
Kick back a little just to watch and see
Getting sicker by the minute with debauchery
Whatever your pleasure I'm your punk
On the brink of sinking
the streets
Old men begging for pleasure by the young girls feet
Oh, little princess will you suffer from defeat?
Or escape the needle and make me fall?
She
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