Lyrics:
it is, we now live, in a two story house
The house is filled with rare antiques
There's marble on the floor
Beauty all around us
Like we've never seen
a step behind
Me and you we're not for everyone
Me and you we're damaged goods
We're antique and unacceptable
And just misunderstood
We're just freaks in
three the hard way
We're gonna rock this motherfucker like three the hard way
Three the hard way, three the hard way
Your rhyme technique, it is antique
sitting close together in a cozy taxi cab
Must you ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, gab, gab, gab
Aristotle, mathematics, economics, antique chairs
Never realized how much she brought to the table
Till I went to sit my cup of coffee where the table use to be
No cats, no bed, no heirloom antique
Kaw-Liga was a wooden Indian standin' by the door
He fell in love with an Indian maid over in the antique store
Kaw-Liga just stood there and never
She's a hypnotist collector, you are a walking antique.
Bow down to her on Sunday, salute her when her birthday comes.
For Halloween but her
Kaw-liga was a wooden Indian standing by the door.
He fell in love with an Indian maiden over in the antique store.
Kaw-liga just stood there
The way the sunlight dance upon your face
That antique roller coaster you just had to ride
I remember how you laughed at the terror in my eyes
The color
While listening to Bonsois
And your angelic brace
Wearing Victoria
Passionate love with you
Hearing you "Oh, oui oui"
Some antique jewelry from
Dearest Esmeralda, in another age
Antiques would be modern, we would be the rage
Silk would be in fashion, we would dress in lace
Love would be
You left me for a fella who wore a big black umbrella
He came to the sticks to buy some antiques
He was a wheeler and a dealer the woman stealer
See'est
down the casino, down on the wheel on the double
And I won, oh yes I won, like I never won before
Bought myself a country house with an antique carved
Kaw-Liga was a wooden indian standing by the door
He fell in love with an indian maid over in the antique store
Kaw-Liga just stood there
Dressed in country cloth and sitting on the floor
Warmed by antique sun amid the green timber
Held together by uncertainty, climb the Babel tower
merveilleux
Qu'ont un phono antique
Dans leur pavillon de banlieue
Lorsque je vais chez eux
Sur ce phono ils mettent
Des disques poussiéreux
De vielles
through to the other side
Your cities are made of wood
Antiques are what you've got inside
Houses are paper but folks don't
Hear a word you say friendship's
yeah, yeah
He was dealing antiques in a hardware store but he sure had a lot to hide
He had a backroom full of the guns of war and a ton o' ammunition
hand
Roll it up and pass it, as I cruise through traffic
Slow motion candy ocean on this antique classic
I'm super seedin' my quota, out collectin'
Kaw-Liga was a wooden indian standing by the door
He fell in love with an indian maid over in the antique store
Kaw-Liga just stood there
Oh
You can buy a mansion furnish it with silk
You can buy a Picasso, antiques to the hilt
You can buy a galleon, sail it on the sea
You can be
at the rocks in my time piece
I come through in a drop top Jag, or Old-School Chevy
Wit the antique tags
My pockets so heavy that I can't walk steady
at the rocks in my time piece
I come through in a drop top Jag, or Old-School Chevy
Wit the antique tags
My pockets so heavy that I can't walk steady
motion candy ocean on this antique classic
I'm superseedin my quata out collectin the dimes
My speech slured cause I'm leanin like a half passed 9
I'm
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