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yes, them Blues. They've got a fiddler there that always slickens his hair And folks he sure do pull some bow. And when the big Bassoon seconds
And I'd tell daddy I'm a-huntin' possum And take off, friend and slicken down my hair. As time goes by the tales grow taller About possum in possum
yes, them Blues. They've got a fiddler there that always slickens his hair And folks he sure do pull some bow. And when the big Bassoon seconds
yes, them Blues. They've got a fiddler there that always slickens his hair And folks he sure do pull some bow. And when the big Bassoon seconds
yes, them Blues. They've got a fiddler there that always slickens his hair And folks he sure do pull some bow. And when the big Bassoon seconds
all to Charles Slickens I don't fuck any of these bitches 'cause it's nothin' but slim pickings Y'all can feast on all the trimmings, yeah Bitch, I
Looking in from the edge Good intentions descend And slicken your grip on the cracks in the side walls Even if you make it The span of the mouth Is
began to slicken you slip into a grim then, begin with where you've been and in my linen you are skin again. La da da La da da da da daa Da da daa
City slickens as it walks in high heels Take your fistful And reap what you sow It's easy when your blood runs blue Yeah we'll take it back from
Soap suds Slicken the mud Making new sludge I was spilling my guts Spilling my lungs And that's a problem In the long run But so what?
Before you go dealin' up lies. Push back, baby, Push back, baby C'mon try. Gimme some friction, Faster now Slicken my rise.
téged kisfasírt Ikeás mer assziszi hogy az a gurmé Mint a g astra kupéba kokányolt turbó Semi slicken siklok Letapostam a cipőm Ne csúszkáljá, mondjad
bliss It's cold and the city's slicken From your kiss And it's hit or miss I'm bending backwards for you honey I'll be the one to hold your sad salt
the players played real I'm in, I never will forget the tune they call the memphis blues. They got a fiddler there who always slickens his hair and boy he
You're too late I've no idea how high Is too high for heat that slickens my Poison come to me floating your scarf Falls away I see your throat like
att slicken Men efter, efter jag skicken Mannen de Karim, jag chillar och kick en Två, tre sen vi sticker För broder, för broder du läcker Min broder,
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