Lyrics:
Words & music:gary chapman, amy grant, and michael w. smith
Sad goodbye
Never quite got said
Now the time is gone
We're movin' on
Even though it
plan
help me daarbij
help me Heer
help mij!
Tekst en muziek: Chris Eaton/ Amy Grant
Vertaling: Elly Zuiderveld-Nieman
"rebelsâ?? bloated on korn, eminems and bizkits. Lord, hear our prayer: take back your Amy Grant mosh-crews and your fair-weather politics. Blow-dry my hair
chicks with parted lips selling sweatshop jeans
These L.A. phonies and their bullshit bands
That sound like dollar signs and Amy Grant
So reads
Sometimes me bad... eat me dental floss
Pull him... pulling Jesus from the cross - touch me thing
Sing somebody stole my Amy Grant records today
Me think
bloated on korn,
eminems and bizkits. Lord,
hear our prayer: take back your Amy Grant mosh-crews
and your fair-weather politics.
Blow-dry my hair and stick
deck in the minivan
Twila Paris, Amy Grant
Turned a boy into a man
Reconcile make amends
Fucked up family fucked up friends
We all do the best we can
I
bonsall and turn him into jasmine guy
and we'll look up in time to see amy grant sir mix-a-lot the sky
and we'll play with ourselves til we go blind
he is
lot of Autotune on it, no T-Pain
36 O's in the whip, no keychain
Young-ass white bitch, Amy Grant, nigga
Young rich nigga hanging with penitentiary
eat me dental floss
pull him... pulling Jesus from the cross
- touch me thing
sing somebody stole my Amy Grant records today
me think me turn 22 today
angels are watching us
In a green Volkswagen van
In the cities of hippies and angels
Just singing along to a Amy Grant
There was money in my pocket
to heaven
But the choir sang out of tune
We're stuck singing Amy Grant songs without you
How could it be heaven without you?
How the hell could this be
on the topic did I forget to mention?
The Brother Joe rides piggyback with dubious intentions.
And Amy Grant's has songs that have you coming in your socks,
eat me dental floss
Pull him Jesus from the cross
Touch me thing thing
Somebody stole my Amy Grant records today
I think me turned twenty two today
The proof is in the pudding or perhaps at Altamont
Amy Grant is full of shit well I've had it up to here
While attending Bonham's funeral I surely wore
world of cheap romance
And I'd trade them all for one short hour
Watching Amy dance
She'd run round and round in circles and
Clap her little hands
de tristesse.
Qu’est-ce, Magdaleine m’amye,
Que de tant aymer?
Qu’en dictes vous Magdaleine jolye?
Venez vostre amy conforter
Accourez tost, plus
Listen up y'all and lend me your ear
We want to welcome you to a backyard party being held right here
It's a magical place where we can grant one
Amy, Ledger and Pimp C
That's Yams, that's DJ A.M
God damn they're making a killing
Now it's getting attention cause Sara, Katey and Billy
But this
and Cheney
Go 'head, and try to play me I do you like I was Amy Fisher
Smokin' a Swisher like I wish a bitch would
Listen and use your vision cause livin in
to the head, I be feeling Grimes
Amy's house I be downing wine (Hah)
Straight from hell cause I never died
Got yo little light in the palm of mine (Ahh)
Hide
I'm asking Him to grant me on this one favor
To clear my heart
My mind and soul
These problems that arise are not in my control
I just want my family
touch
Shit clipped nigga, shit is Big Russ
God from Harlem, we never need luck
Melbas and Amy Ruths where we get grub
G-Spot where we get bucks
Johnson, five, Martha, Charles, Mary, Robert and Andrew
Grant had four, Frederick, Buck, Nellie, and last, Jesse
Hayes, eight, Birchard, Webb, Rutherford,
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