Lyrics:
hat and at the turned up cuff
We'll wear a hand made grey suede buttoned glove
We'll join the Astors
At Tony Pastor's
And this I'm positive of
That
cause his wallet's fat
Black shades, suede gloves
He's looking sharp, looking for love
We come running just as fast as we can
Cause every girl's crazy
truth
Uh, I might open up for Bruce
My own horn I don't really mean to toot
Sign big deals with yamakas on and suede gloves
It's safe to say your boy
And raised his suede glove on iron hand
Paint me with blue
(Paint me with red)
My body - objet d'art
For highest goal
Self-sacrificed
I'm a model
of suede gloves
Makes boy’s dream
Her name is sex , Her name is class, Her name is Page
In the beach / on the couch / at the jungle
Enigmatic big smile/
You're always dancing down the street
With your suede blue eyes
And every new boy that you meet
He doesn't know the real surprise
Here she comes
Put on your silk high hat and the turned up cuff
We'll wear a handmade grey suede buttoned glove
Dolly:
We wanna take New York by storm
Townspeople:
BEST FOR YOU
CLOTHES McKE THE McN
BUT WHEN PUSH COMES TO SHOVE
CONCEcL THE STRENGTH OF YOUR HcND IN c SUEDE OR VELVET GLOVE
THE EYES, THE EcRS,
You're always dancing down the street
With your suede blue eyes
And every new boy that you meet
He doesn't know the real surprise
Here she comes
You're always dancing down the street
With your suede blue eyes
And every new boy that you meet
He doesn't know the real surprise
(Here she
You're always dancing down the street
With your suede blue eyes
And every new boy that you meet
He doesn't know the real surprise
(Here she
You're always dancing down the street
With your suede blue eyes
And every new boy that you meet
He doesn't know the real surprise
(Here she
Duck- Bo! see
Staff OG
Suede Pumas Levi's no crease
White gloves gold chain iced out gold piece been a N.W.A. fuck the police
I keep it low key makin
You're always dancing down the street
With your suede blue eyes
And every new boy that you meet
He doesn't know the real surprise
Here she
Doing dirt no gloves Vlady Guerrero
That young 27 from the Expos
39 left the yard that season
I got that Hall of Fame type vision and its scenic,
change
I don't have no top, I'm insane
'Member dark-skinned Jermaine
Suede in the rain, I'm sorta kinda the same
'Cept I'm no lame and you gonna know
the hide-away license plate
It seems they wanna finger print me and gimme some years
They'll only get one finger while I'm shifting gears
I got suede on my
down
She threw off his new suede shoes
He didn't carry protection and
She'd just blown a fuse
She laughed but it wasn't at him
She called him
She's always dancin' down the street
She's got the suede blue eyes
Every new boy that she meets
He don't know the real surprise
Here she comes again
drip dry glove
And when she bites your lip
It's some reaction to love, o-ove, o-ove
She's so fine
You're always dancing down the street
With your suede
Rock 'n' Roll is on the move
Face the future in your blue suede shoes
Stepping up, stepping back
Step away from the beat 'n' track
Music be the food
the hide-away license plate
It seems they wanna finger print me and gimme some years
They'll only get one finger while I'm shifting gears
I got suede on my
bustin' down a narrow road
Glove box full of the RAW's cones
Ain't goin' home
No GPS with me for sure, sure, sure, sure
No Instagram, I been keepin' it
the lemonade
The one of one denim was handmade
Like a pot of clay in the tenth grade
I'm indie cuz the music industry is a slave trade
The suede interior in
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