Lyrics:
My little girl was playing with her friend from down the street
She took her by the hand and said there's someone you should meet
And then they
we got a family
We got a little doll with big brown eyes that we call Charmarie
And there's a great long line of pickers waitin' to talk to me
About
And wished that he'd gone straight
And watched out for a simple twist of fate
They walked along by the old canal
A little confused, I remember well
on tight-knot
On my forehead placed a label
Took all my inspiration
Cause your name was on the table
Let's talk about me
Let's talk about you
I know your
little house at four o thirty three.
Chorus:
The four thousand block proves what true love can do
Once a lonely place, but was sold to me and you
Oh, all
close before
Never opened up that door
I'm still finding my way
Something else that lovers do
When I've been by myself
Never had to talk about
England swings like a pendulum do
Bobbies on bicycles, two by two
Westminster Abbey, the tower of Big Ben
The rosy red cheeks of the little
above,
And just a little talk with Jesus makes me whole.
Now let us, have a little talk with Jesus,
Let us, tell him all about our troubles,
He
soon
Too much too soon
Well can you get excited by what you see
You've been takin' my love
You should be giving it back to me
Give a little bit
ain't nothin' like mine (uh)
Cute face nice size like mine
Stay kitted, hood wit' it like mine (ha)
Mean walk, talk the talk, let me tell you some more
about a God damn Grammy?
Yo, Flav, I give a fuck about a God damn Grammy
But them motherfuckin hoes won't hand me one
At least you was invited by
I asked my love to take a walk
Take a walk, just a little ways
And as we walked and we would talk
How it would be our weddingday
And only say that
Traffic crawls
Cell phone calls
Talk radio screams at me
Through my tinted window I see
A little girl, rust red minivan
She's got chocolate
was seven summers ago?
Yeah, I bet your daddy's so proud
Of how his little girl turned out
Think she dodged a bullet
Of a good ol' boy like me
gonna be alright
A good friend and a glass of wine
A little pick me up to get me through the night
We talk trash n' we laugh and cry
That kind
My little Margie
I'm always thinking of you
Margie, I'll tell the world I love you
Don't forget your promise to me
I have bought a home and ring
na na na ayy
네가 들어오는 그 순간
Na na na na ayy
굳이 말하지 않아도
네 눈빛이 나를 불러
Just a little less conversation
Na na na na ayy
Tell me, did you dream about
like it used to be
When it was an old back road with an old school beat
Cowboy boots by your little bare feet
Let it out, tell me right now
they just hang around
They act just as friendly as can be
But I don't think they care a thing about me
So run 'em off
Don't talk too long
Run 'em off
So
one, so baby when I wake you up
Just let me rock, sex you back to sleep, girl
Don't say a word no, don't you talk
Just hold on tight to me, girl
and talk shit
Talk shit about me
And go ahead and talk shit
About my g-g-generation
'Cause we don't, don't give a fuck, and
We won't ever give a fuck
above,
And just a little talk with Jesus makes me whole.
Now let us, have a little talk with Jesus,
Let us, tell him all about our troubles,
He
above,
And just a little talk with Jesus makes me whole.
Now let us, have a little talk with Jesus,
Let us, tell him all about our troubles,
He
drink some beer, talk some trash this mornin'
Let's drink some beer 'til the rooster crows at dawnin'
Well, wine is fine but give me lots of beer
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