Lyrics:
Little friend of mine
Can you still recall
Our salad days
Between the ivy walls?
Beneath the autumn sun?
When all is said and done
We were a good
Little by little by little by little
I'm going crazy
Little by little by little by little
I'm going crazy
In reality I'm just an average Joe
I got this black and white picture on my wall
of Dolly Parton standing by a Sedan DeVille
And looks to be in the late sixties
cause it’s all
Or you might say, brought me fame
I don't think I could just talk enough about Lucille
Sometime when I'm blue seem like Lucille try to help me call my
either, you do something else that neither likes at all
You want to talk of Keats or Milton
She only wants to talk of love
You go to see a play
me about it
Well, the whole thing started at three o'clock fast
It was all over by quarter past
I was down in the sewer with some little lover
When I
were
Johanna (Johanna)
And if you're beautiful, what then
With yellow hair, like wheat?
I think we shall not meet again
My little dove, my sweet
he could say
He said it was a bad dream
I wouldn't worry 'bout it none, though
They were my own dreams and they're only in my head
I said, "Hold
If I told you about my favourite dream
The one without you
Would you spit fire at me?
Or would you burn to know
Every single by blow
I don't
bad I go to pieces"
If you want it, Boys, get it here, thing
Well, on the street where you live I could not hold up my head
For I put all I have in
If I could be for only an hour
If I could be for an hour every day
If I could be for just one little hour
A cute cute, in a stupid-ass way
An icecream cone I'd rap him around
My little finger
Tighter then my baby could
You can make a tear go a long long way
When you're daddy's little girl
Well he
and think about it
Come on and think about it, you got a ring up out it
Nothing could ever come between or intervene our bondage
Drama we overcome it if
he believes, well you're just like him'
Well I could tell by her voice there was something wrong
She broke down, and said he ain't got long
So I
Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, this ones to the wall
Ain't no fun like a game of Hardball (So So
You best believe I'm from New York City.
You're telling me 'shut your mouth'
If I wasn't kissing, you wouldn't be around
You talk about faggots,
for the game your enthusiasm it hasn't)
(Follow you must, Rick Rubin my little Padawan)
A Jedi in training, colossal brain and, thoughts
have to take you downtown for some questionin'
Damn, a blessin in disguise if you ask me
I was just about to hit the highway with my last key
Could it be
[hook:]
If I don't nothin' I'm a ball
I'm countin' all day like a clock on the wall
Now go and get your money little duffle bag boy
Said go
If I could be for only an hour
If I could be for an hour every day
If I could be for just one little hour
A cute cute, in a stupid-ass way
own
Miss almost grown
Miss never let a man help her off her throne
So, by keeping her heart protected
She'd never ever feel rejected
Little miss
for the game your enthusiasm it hasn't)
(Follow you must, Rick Rubin my little Padawan)
A Jedi in training, colossal brain and, thoughts
the lights real low
When were together
The moments are golden
I love this secret
That we are holding
If these walls could talk
They'd have so much
They'd have
swatted me with it, I'd cry
He just started hittin' me harder
God, I just wish I could jaw him
If I could get my weight up
But I'm just a second grader
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