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Roy's Keen

Morrissey

Maladjusted

1997

Smiling on time 
Roy's keen oh Roy's keen 
Roy's keen oh Roy's keen 
We've never seen a 
Keener window-cleaner 
Back up the ladder 
Into each corner

of Villain
I tried to tell her I guess she didn't listen
Must of been keen like Roy or Milton
Might take a new one
Paris or Lisbon
Paco Rabanne yeah she one in

Roy, your keen, that's why you got pared
Your bragging 'bout your bars fam their not hard
In hard
In hard
In hard
In hard
… hard
In hard
In hard
She

mean keep ‘em keen like Robbie or Roy
See I’m the right balance give you bitter and sweet
And even though she’s hooking back, I live a Fisher mans dream

Do You Remember These

The Statler Brothers

Country Music Classics, Vol. 19 1970-1975

1993

those? 

James dean, he was "keen", Sunday movies were taboo 
The senior prom, Judy's mom, rock 'n roll was new
Cracker jack prize
Stars in your eyes

Nah Mean

Nas

Distant Relatives

2010

stepping we fresh and we clean, nah mean
I burn the stinkiest of green, nah mean
Better listen up careful and keen, nah mean
A puppa nas a rock and come

roy Jambar yi
Yonu Jub sa Jàam bëri Tiër ci yaw lay tambali
Fi dé dëku taaxangi
Ki fi nék daw ba rénn gissël duci thiobaréem
Tukki biti wodeléen wédi

tail hair, and egg in your pants
Howdy Doody, Tutti-Frutti, the seam up the back of her hose
Ah, do you remember those?

James Dean, he was keen, Sunday

they’re keen for the beef, but I’m am not Roy,

Weed Smoke, Gold Teeth, Black Clothes,
I know how we look in the optics,
I was good yout’, thrown into

kinda keen
When I'm on the field man I step like I'm Roy Keane
Wanna be my misses
That's a crime that's a missdemenour
Yea she do my dishes ask her why

a lady in red
Keen of smoke and mirrors
Keep game tight like I'm Roy Halladay
I'm an ace, ain't no fake performance
Stool pigeons, get the unit
Pull

gir så jævlig faen
Roy Keane frontfigur
Sidebitch hvorfor er du sur (ah)
Dama hun vil hjem men fuck it
Jeg skal være slem

Gutta her har shrimps
Men vi

the management wasn't too keen
There were groceries to be bagged and peaches to be purged of stray nectarines
But our hearts were in the artichokes, the kiwis held

skull, like kettle drums
I'm packing tactics, I'm strapped with a keen brain
He relies on three blades, I only need these legs

But you know I carry teams

he already seen 
Trying find God from distance 
Am like somewhere there in between 
I stopped chasing ma dreams it’s deep 
Even Uncle Roy could see I