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Dunn, Dunn [Explicit] (Shawty Lo) · Dunn, Dunn (Shawty Lo) · Ronnie Dunn (Ronnie Dunn) · Ronnie Dunn (Ronnie Dunn) · Ronnie Dunn (Ronnie Dunn) · Kiss Me, Kiss Me, Kiss Me (The Cure) · Kiss Me, Kiss Me, Kiss Me (The Cure) · Kiss Me, Kiss Me, Kiss Me (The Cure) · Kiss Me, Kiss Me, Kiss Me [Original CD] (The Cure) · Kiss Me, Kiss Me, Kiss Me [Deluxe Edition] (The Cure) – and 90 other albums »


enough so no time to lose

By now you know that only true love never dies
Just like mine
Take to heart, Ronnie's Samba
Love it back, Ronnie's Samba
Parody of Mama DOn't Get Dressed Up For Nothing by Brooks & Dunn (Kix Brooks/Don Cook/Ronnie Dunn, Sony/ATV Tunes L.L.C. dba Cross Keys
Kenny williams (vocals)
Frank zappa (guitar)

Kenny:
Before, uh while I was away in boarding school lived with ronnie by the name of dwight demith.
race around here


There ain't no need to ride a bus in to work each day

Nobody's fightin' for a parkin' place

You might get passed on the road by
of elimination will be done (you better believe that)


Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky and Mike
Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky and Mike


The beginning of a dream
Where our
, he's the one to see

Charlie's been make boots over there
He says, about fifty some-odd years
And once you wear a pair of his hand-made boots
You know
body in the playground by the swings
Anyone can get it, for sure it don't matter dawg
Especially when a nigga tries commitin sabotage

There ain't
For the dollar matinee

Lord, she's bigger than life on the screen
There's a laugh from the balcony, good Lord
And the sun will burn you and blind
by maljin 

acting like he had ah armor tank in his crib 

(yea, that faggot ass nigga caught that beef from his rib) 

it's the projects, dunn
way. Well Ronnie came right over to me and looked me right square in the eye and said, hey there boy, what's that stuff you're smokin' I Said, here man
There must have been an angel by my side
Something heavenly led me to you
Look at the sky
It's the color of love
There must have been an angel by
There must have been an angel by my side
Something heavenly led me to you
Look at the sky
It's the colour of love
There must have been an angel
the name H doe, I'm into pesos
V.I.P. and champagne by the caseloads
Doubles get you from that bar, and get you right
Or get you bent, whatever you like
of a movie, here come {?} trains

I'm not tryin to be your girlfriend you dig
I ain't even tryin to lock you in
There's no need for us to pretend
I'd
There used to be a time candlelight and wine was all that a woman would need
Man you were a winner if you took her out to dinner or a movie she
Wallace, Bear Bryant and Ronnie Van Zant
Now Ronnie Van Zant wasn't from Alabama, he was
From Florida He was a huge Neil Young fan
But in the tradition
So deeply intrigued by what you've never had
Emotion explosions none of which are mad
Now every dream you feel is coming true
'Cause there ain't
a lifetime
One kiss I remember it all
One kiss there in the moonlight
One kiss it was you
One kiss one kiss
One kiss it was one kiss

I sit here looking
There must have been an angel by my side
Something heavenly led me to you
Look at the sky
It's the color of love
There must have been an angel by
[Intro: Havoc]
Right there, yeah.. spin that back
Yeah.. uhhh.. straight out the lab
Chemistry made.. you know, yo

[Verse One: Havoc]
I don't
There must have been an angel by my side
Something heavenly led me to you
Look at the sky
It's the color of love

There must have been an angel by my
There must have been an angel by my side
Something heavenly led me to you
Look at the sky
It's the color of love

There must have been an angel
game
And when we got the new shirts printed up
There was an "I" in Shooter's name
Well Ronnie's back to walkin'

He got another DUI
So if you plan
just like your there
With the e on the gangsta tip
So if you think I'm a flip or slip don't even trip
'Cause I'm a destroyer
My homie Dre is a doctor not
to pretend

Yo, feelin' it thugs, I dump a magazine on you Dunn
I'll run up on you niggas with the master glove
Dunn, there's nothin' for me to snap