Lyrics:
on existence can't cover your double face,
Quality or quantity
Quality or quantity
Quality or quantity a choice you have to make,
Dipping in the icing,
carried out her coffin
Down the old Bog Road.
There was a decent girl at home
Who used to walk with me.
Her eyes were soft and sorrowful
Like moonlight
your mind
Help you to unwind
Spend a little quality time
Girl I know its getting difficult to sleep at night
I'm gone to work, there's no one there
time
quality time
love is bittersweet
but i don't don't panic
cookies and the cream fucking up my pantry
coming home with me for some quality time
In the merry month of may, from me home I started left the girls of Tuam,
Sad and broken hearted, salute me father dear,
And kissed me darlin'
In the merry month of May
From me home I started
Left the girls of Tuam
Sad and brokenhearted
Salute me father dear
And kissed me darling
control of a home grown situation
I lay back and then I turn the alarm off and turn out the light
There's goin to be some quality sleeping
'cause quality's
and prayers askin' of you
Well, guess what baby, I've got some good news
I had a talk with my boss
I took some time off
I'm comin' home for Christmas
(Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer, hahaha)
I just wanna see you for a minute
My minds been lost for a minute
For a minute, for a minute
Can't tell
disappointing you
I guess I'll miss the mark again
I guess I'm sorry
I have this tombstone quality
I wish that you could see me here
I wish that you could
of us with ravaged faces
Lacking in the social graces
Desperately remained at home
Inventing lovers on the phone
Who called to say, "Come dance with
Jesus" is a song of pure delight featuring John Barbee
The pure tenor quality of the voice of Harold Montgomery
Gives a special interpretation
the ocean
We felt at home in the sea
We learned to live off the good land
We learned to climb up a tree
Then we got up on two legs
But we wanted to fly
sing in the trees
And the land will be looked after
We send the seeds out in the breeze
Like the fish in the ocean
We felt at home in the sea
We learned
quality honey so put your money on me woo
I give you quality honey so put your money on me woo
I give you quality honey so put your money on me woo
I give
ought to know what'cha gonna get in me
Just a little touch of star quality!
Fill me up with your heat, with your noise, with your dirt, overdo me
Let
penetrating the ozone,
I perchanced to notice the orange peel-like
Quality of the light playing upon the, the ocean.
I gotta go right now
Someone is
ain't gonna place
Throwing dust at your face 'cause
You're shaken from the bass
Thought you flat your tires
Call me Budd Dwyer
I'm a light a fire like
down with trembling hands
While tears upon it, hot as fire
Fell from the eyes of Mary Dwyer
"" Now when the good corn buried here
Rots with
belle but it's hard to tell
She's got every quality
She likes Elvis, she likes Andy
So she's fine and dandy with me
I took her home for Christmas to try
to give him your quality time
You got the number, it's on you to make the call
You know I come quick help you redecorate your walls
Cut your backyard,
future without you
Is like Mouse Rat without Chris Pratt
No movie is made bad when it has Star Lord's abs
So when you're here with me, I'm of more quality
Real sad story here y'all
Come on
I pulled her into my right
And we rode down here
Maybe some sun, maybe some quality time
We've had a rocky year
on the margins.
Offer money in exchange for sex & then get a taxi home.
The story has always been the same
A source of wonder due to their ability to thrive
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