Lyrics:
jukhaam Taahi naam pya yamdut da Ni ghorha ruus da Forefinger naal khichda lagaam Goli chaldi suninda saada naam Taahi chalda main thoda badnaam Taahi
Maybe I'm stuck with my sleeve in the door of the locker Can't move aside, nor ahead, am a no-progress-walker Twenty-two pokes with your forefinger
worth a nickel to me, four cents You're going to make a boy skinny like a corset I'll never look back Thumb and a forefinger, never took that Since you're
the coupe With a hood for this new recruit Omertá pricked my forefinger Drip it on her picture Now set it on fire Burn this saint that holds my soul I enter
Pretty boy, puts his thumb on his jaw His forefinger itchin' at a thought on his chin He was here just a moment ago On the chaise in a robe Sendin
a swinger I couldn't buy that as I smelled my forefinger I was playing myself plus my style was cramped I grabbed my keys and coat, and md broke camp And as I
Your thumb and forefinger supposed to show you're not a wild beast You can hear their noises at night time They don't have to keep a certain bedtime
you're gonna die your own death There's no one above that's gonna take your breath I dip my forefinger in the watery blood Of your impotent redeemer
rudely made, and shoddy built Between the thumb and the forefinger Barefoot pressed, he hoists his trouser leg She lifts her dress O these men
million years Goodbye in just a minute, gone forever, no more tears Pinball man, power glutton, vacuum inside his head Forefinger on the button, is he
I'm in the arch of the church Between her thumb and her forefinger I'm a worshipper A zealot king, cursed, a devotee Of the heady golden dance
Feel me now My forefinger flippin' pentagrams Left hand catch them pix by them peak facin 'south Pinhole pic of my wingspan jail breakin' doubt
and forefinger Until the present is restored At the murmur of dawn there's a knock at the door And a small man standing by He is wearing a dogshide and flies
Your thumb and forefinger supposed to show you're not a wild beast You can hear their noises at night time They don't have to keep a certain bedtime
fortified Rum He sips a calamatar olive Spits out the stone And He mimics crushing people Between forefinger and thumb I'll beat this drink It's a habit I'll
hands gorgeous rollin' her cigarette thumbs and forefingers rollin' tobacco in the paper she licks the paper slow twice putting it all together
The catch of the day is now getting away 'cause the strong boy is losing his grip His eye cannot focus where his forefinger poke us but the blankets are soft
wasn't a 24some These bitches know I'm horse hung Benda bitch with my forefinger and thumb Yeah we back now all eyes be on me Selling these fists you could
She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate stone On the forefinger of an alderman Drawn with a team of little atomies
assumed an attitude of careless ease Supporting his right elbow with his left hand His right hand was lifted And with the forefinger of that hand he pointed
forefinger drawing blood like wire. Place your trust in weaving coupling the tangles) Was it the night that I was drunk? I remember now.
I hold a thread between my thumb and forefinger Wish I could stretch these threads a little longer Lose the fated scissors before they could sever
clutched Between my thumb and forefinger glum more Reefer remain a crutch fuck it, no love lost Pimping preaching like lovelace Risen we let the sun talk
of the pillow really couldn’t hold a candle, to my gleaming example, the sensuality spreader Put my two forefinger together, The war bringer, the lover,
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