Lyrics:
the wolf who made a widower of grandpa
Yo, must I flex my cash to sex yo' ass?
I wet the Ave when I set my path
The 'Vette don't crash, I'm built
the wolf who made a widower of grandpa
Yo, must I flex my cash to sex yo' ass?
I wet the Ave when I set my path
The 'Vette don't crash, I'm built
The darkest of my living hours
As the widower tries to kibbitz
He gambles away all his dower
He makes me nervous
He's a counterfeit
Anna Vasilnevya
Widower's Wife"
You know, he gave himself two stars
But did so with such heart
The descriptions of the mediocrity
They taught me about what it means to be
Can't help it if I have a widower's heart
Tried to get out of bed but I can't seem to start
When I hit the road it was freezing and dark
I hope that
Well Alvin the widower's waiting
In the Dearth cafe
Nursing his third cup of coffee
Til he can drink the night away
Carlita rushes down Pritchard
Was the last time I saw her
I'm afraid I've become a
Genealogy Widower
The Census
From the forties went live
That means she must be somewhere with
I'm looking at widows and widowers
People who have lost their children their finances
their churches
The storms have beat us derailed us,
of my friends, they are fake
Saying they 'bout it, then lie to my face
They'll piss on your grave
You just a pushover, chopper, a widower
I'm gonna catch
to meet you, I'm the widower's wife
the siren's breaking in
and i don't care what with
silence is the man that holds the knife in his teeth
where one won't
A mother's last breath, and a widower's tears
Where the father lays his head on the dark river bed
And the stones eat his bones, not the daughter instead
heart and a faded mind
Of a broken Widower going blind
Well I'm so sick of this game
cnd I wish that you were sane
So don't be comin' round here with
enough
Blessings fi the youth
Blessings fi the single mothers
Blessings fi the widowers
Uncle passed on , Told me be a man
It's a cold world , Map out your
We hope will be part of the right division
(Among) lovers and widowers
Oh the reasonable people...
Bit of suckers anyway
Oh anyway
Part of the right
of the tribe of the Judah
The father of the fatherless
The husband of the widower
The beginning and the end
Lord there’s none like you
Aba father
Ah Aba father
Even so, the fluid Sun will set
Laid by stones and wind
And progressively rest beneath the rest
Steaming down the lonely widower
Who’s dressed in
What do you call a man who's lost all his intelligence?
I don't know, what?
A widower
Ah!
Anything men can do, we can do better
Anything men can
dear
And the foo you fuckin' has no idear
Your brainiac maniac widower ex-husband to be
Could buy me a ponto with the insurance policy
Man sprinkle your
the same
Mister Brown, a widower
Was handing out advice
To his son who fell in
Love with someone very nice
He whispered to the lad
"To marry would be bad
I
girl Dawn
Ugly Myfanwy died on delivery
Mercifully taking her mother along
Alright, alright, alright
What can one do when one is widower
Shamefully
Leave the ocean's roar in the turquoise shell
Leave the widower in his private hell
Leave the liberty in that broken bell today
Leave the epic poem
now, that's why I'm staying here
Leave the ocean's roar in the turquoise shell
Leave the widower in his private hell
Leave the liberty in that
She made the morning light for her widower-maker
She swept the afternoon with stories in the papers
She made the night long for the newly motherless
a just a widower with a fore closer in need of a life line
That will do just fine
I see you're in need, yes, so close to the bottom!
Sign the dotted line!
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