Lyrics:
I had a man, he was sweet as pie
I met him as I waked right by him
He said, "Baby you so fine that when you walk
Even the stoplights stop talk about
the fine type ~ Home at nine type!
She's as gentle as a lamb!
She's the most refined girl that the city has got
I will beat up anyone who says that I'm
she slimm'a
I might'a saved that Clementine.
(Ho) broke the record, way under water
I thought that she was doin' fine.
I wasn't nervous ya
girl so thorough she been with me from the start
Hid my drugs from the NARC's, hid my guns by the parts
I got this model chick that don't cook or clean
Sittin' by de ocean,
Me heart, she feel so sad...
Don't got de money
To take me back to Trinidad.
Fine calypso woman,
She cook me shrimp
seemed so true
Standing on the edge
And watching my life flash by
Standing on the edge
She's lookin' right through my eyes
Love is passin' by
Right
I couldn't be it
Hypmontised by her goodlooks?
Yeah maybe, but a victim for a good crook? Nope not me!
Consider yourself worn so you can stay.
tight
She'll be lit by firelight and looking fine
And the kids jump out of bed
Hello Daddy, what did you get
Did you think of anything on down the line
planned to do her any harm
So, look here
I put her on the back of my bike
And-a we went riding
Down by old man Johnson's farm
I said now, overcast
And she looked so fine, she was sweet and kind
She let me get to know her a while
Ooohh, for a little while
Back when the milk train used to rumble my
Do-re-mi-fa-so-la-ti
My over there was passing me
She got a whole lot of rhythm when she walk
& I can hear rhythm when she talk
Let me tell you 'bout a girl I know
Met her walking down a uptown street
She's so fine you know I wished she was mine
I get shook up every time we
My young man, oh he is so fine,
Sweet Rosemary did say.
She gathered flowers and she sang
All about her wedding day.
Oh when I was a lass
fun
Many fine times went by us
Now it's all so hazy
And a little bit crazy
Betty Jo, my heart's on fire
I don't need this crying
The next time
wear much more
Raspberry beret
I think I love her
Built like she was
She had the nerve 2 ask me
If I planned 2 do her any harm
So, look here
I put her
whiskey
Pure blended whiskey
So light brown and fine
Twenty years later
I heard of a woman
She's living alone
Up by Yellowstone Creek
And old
Stewball was a good horse, he wore his head high
And the mane on his fore top was fine as silk thread
I rode him in England, I rode him in Spain
Stewball was a good horse, he wore his head high
And the mane on his fore top was fine as silk thread
I rode him in England, I rode him in Spain
the game down now, sorry Mr. Charlie
Ayy, she say you so motherfucking hood
But you ain't no motherfucking good
Might be right, gift and a curse, I take
me its key
A committee
Should be organized to honor me
La la la la
I feel dizzy
I feel sunny
I feel fizzy and funny and fine
And so pretty
Mother and Father, both proud of the daughter
That heaven had sent them, Feleena was this baby's name.
When she was seventeen, bothered by crazy dreams
Once upon a time in the land of fever, there lived a scarlet pussy
This kitty cat of fine descent, was cherished by her mother
Who wouldn't let
white steed
The brown one ain’t so speedy
I’ll rid away to the king’s high court
Enquiring for poor Charlie
She rode, she rode, to the king’s high court
Shorty fine by me, spend some time by me
It's a jungle out there
Come and climb my tree
I know it's on your mind, fine, we can do
Whatever that is
She
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