Lyrics:
Flow gently sweet afton : to barbara mcpherson
Flow gently sweet afton among the green braes
Flow gently I'll sing thee a song of thy praise
My
where i sleep, now give me my key
[Verse 8: N.O.R.E.]
New York get the blood money, dirty cash still sweet
We will blackwall street by the swapmeet with
remember that spring when i drew for you my name sound like a shot in your mind
you sweet name sounds like love and happiness in my heart, Al Green said
fevered like a striped pair of pants,
MacArthur Park is melting in the dark, all the sweet, green icing flowing down.
Someone left the cake out in
Yodelin' Yasmín
Where have you been
From Hills of Yore You've wandered
You make our hearts spin
So Yodelin' Yasmin
Sing us a song!
Your sweet
Hearts beatin' so so steady!
I wouldn't mind something sweet!
You got me on my knees!
My melody, and my beat were
Previously incomplete
This song is
fevered iron
Like a striped pair of pants
MacArthur's Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet, green icing flowing down
Someone left the cake out in
tender babies in your hands
And the old men playing
Checkers by the trees
MacArthur Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet green icing flowing
sweet baby James
Deep greens and blues are the colors I choose
Won't you let me go down in my dreams
And rockabye sweet baby James
Now the first
at a stool by the bar
The girl with green eyes in the Rolling Stones shirt
Doesn't look like she works on the land
The man at the end, he's a very good
fevered iron
Like a striped pair of pants
MacArthur's Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet, green icing flowing down
Someone left the cake out in
fevered iron
Like a striped pair of pants
MacArthur's Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet, green icing flowing down
Someone left the cake out in
By chance it was I met my love
It did me much surprise
Down by a shady myrtle grove
Just as the sun did rise.
The birds they sang right gloriously
at a stool by the bar
The girl with green eyes in the Rolling Stones shirt
Doesn't look like she works on the land
The man at the end, he's a very good
at a stool by the bar
The girl with green eyes in the Rolling Stones shirt
Doesn't look like she works on the land
The man at the end, he's a very good
at a stool by the bar
The girl with green eyes in the Rolling Stones shirt
Doesn't look like she works on the land
The man at the end, he's a very good
Sweet water, hidden river
Flows right by my place
Life is slow, fishin's good
That's how I spend my days
I've got a sun-browned local lady
She hails
(Spoken)
Hold on this song has a little introduction to it
It's ain't supposed to be sad though you might feel it that way
It's a song about
fevered iron
Like a striped pair of pants
MacArthur's Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet, green icing flowing down
Someone left the cake out in
tir'eh echah Tell me, you whom my soul loves, where you graze
tarbitz ba'tzohorayim shalamah e'hyeh kot'ya al
don't matter how they play
There are no rules to these games
And it don't matter how they try
Life's so hard to get by
Ya can't sweep me off my feet
Fun at all out here in the hall
Mister moonlight succulent smooth and gorgeous. Isn't it
Nice? We're number One and so forth. Isn't it sweet being
succulent smooth and gorgeous. Isn't it nice? We're number One and so forth. Isn't it sweet being unique?
Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker)
For screeching
and we wonder why
80 springs and 80 falls
80 times to see 'em all
Train, train, take me along
Whistle me your sweet, sweet song
Take me to places that
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