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Foolsome flesh allowances The pansies raided the pantry of Gabardine dreams, promiscuous Delight, deny not the flavor Custard dreams Abusing, musing
the gabardine suit was a spy I said, "Be careful, his bowtie is really a camera" "Toss me a cigarette, I think there's one in my raincoat" "We smoked
the gabardine suit was a spy I said, "Be careful, his bowtie is really a camera" "Toss me a cigarette, I think there's one in my raincoat" "We smoked
(Ha ha ha) new releases Label ceases to release it Magazine pieces lambo leases Gabardine creases what we gonna do? Fashionistas lovin’ that music Lost
of roasted Dacron And some french fried gabardine His cloth goes shining on Glory, glory Harry Lewis Glory, glory Harry Lewis Glory, glory Harry Lewis
of roasted Dacron And some french fried gabardine His cloth goes shining on Glory, glory Harry Lewis Glory, glory Harry Lewis Glory, glory Harry Lewis
Celie's pants Gabardine, velveteen, satin or lace Buttons and bows all over the place Styles that'll make you feel like a queen That woman's
the gabardine suit was a spy I said be careful his bow tie is really a camera Toss me a cigarette, I think there's one in my raincoat We smoked the last one
There's a sale on our gabardine suits today They're all thirty percent off from yesterday There's Fortrel polyester, leather, wool and tweed Just
Watching your window Across the street we share Eyes on your shadow You are unaware, unaware Picture a stranger Footsteps in gabardine You sense
She said the man in the gabardine suit was a spy I said "Be careful, his bowtie is really a camera" "Toss me a cigarette, I think there's one in my
some flesh allowances The pansies raided the pantry off Gabardine dreams, promiscuous Delight, deny not the flavor Custard dreams Abusing, musing
round The pretty little patter of a seaport town Rolling in the water and rolling down the old main drag All dolled up in gabardine
round The pretty little patter of a seaport town Rolling in the water and rolling down the old main drag All dolled up in gabardine
Arleen ah mussi dream yuh deh dream You shouldn't soil mi gabardine You shouldn't soil mi gabardine Me seh go wash it at di stream Me seh go wash it
mis mon cœur, ma vie, mon histoire Et ma gabardine Et mes p'tits cal'çons Ma ch'mise en mouss'line Je n'sais vraiment plus où c'qu'ils sont Une
mis mon cœur, ma vie, mon histoire Et ma gabardine Et mes p'tits cal'çons Ma ch'mise en mouss'line Je n'sais vraiment plus où c'qu'ils sont Une
mis mon cœur, ma vie, mon histoire Et ma gabardine Et mes p'tits cal'çons Ma ch'mise en mouss'line Je n'sais vraiment plus où c'qu'ils sont Une
mis mon cœur, ma vie, mon histoire Et ma gabardine Et mes p'tits cal'çons Ma ch'mise en mouss'line Je n'sais vraiment plus où c'qu'ils sont Une
By the blue boy Oh curse and bless him with the gabardine which surrounds him See him writhe at the sight of your eyes which repel him Whoa whoa
Rats in my jacket I'm so impressed I am now seen unclean Wash me up mama And give me a suit of gabardine I had a suit, By the look on my face, Maybe
pops stuck up dope spots Big black and mean with the Fifth by the gabardine What you expected from his next of kin? I'm loco bro, but ain't no Mexican I
cloth Where one end must be velvet soft, the other denim and gabardine We were Sunday morning church, assigned seats at the dinner table Four older
parei na calçada mal-fadada com a visão enviezada transpirei na gabardine bati com a testa na vitrine tentando enxergar contra o reflexo uma coisa
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