Lyrics:
you close to my bosom
Of food and of clothes you got both
So, when in trouble, I need you
You will have to remember your oath
If you don't like
would not cause e'en one regret
To rankle in your bosom now,
For "if we try, we may forget,"
Were words of thine long years ago.
Yes, these were
the Promise Land
When shall I see that happy place
And be forever blessed
When shall I see my Father's face
And in His bosom rest
I am bound, I am
or furs remodeled
Or some nice, fresh fricassee
If you want your bustle shifted, wedding planned, or bosom lifted
Don't be ashamed girls
Life is full
Ivory Madonna dying in the dust,
Waiting for the manna coming from the West
Barren is her bosom, empty as her eyes,
Death a certain harvest
the fate of a nation, rests hard on your bosoms, the king on
His throne, puts his
Hand down his robe, the torture of inverse and silk screen and Harry,
been knocking on forty
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
So if I
Put my hand
On your bosom
Yeah? Would that
Give you an orgasm?
No that's not
of robes-sutures Harry and pig meat, the fate of a nation, rests hard on your bosoms, the king on his throne, puts his hand down his robe, the torture of inverse
time I seen darling Corey
She was standing by the sea
Had a forty-four strapped across her bosom
Had a banjo on her knee
Go away, go away, darling
'Cause all my life I've been knocking on forty
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
"So if I, put my hand, on your bosom..."
"Yeah?"
"Would that,
more
A-riding behind and a-marching before
Came a stark-naked drummer, a-beating a drum
With his heels in his bosom come marching along
They laughed
entangles blossoms
In a meadow silver green
Where she held me to her bosom just a boy
Of seventeen i recall a gypsy woman
Silver spangles in her eyes
Ivory
He shall feed His flock like a shepherd and He shall gather the lambs with His arm, and
carry them in His bosom, and gently lead those that are with
I lay my head on her bosom
To cry myself to sleep
I see no greater wisdom
Than she has given me
La dolly vita
Sweet as true love
La dolly vita
Cool
swore?
I gathered you close to my bosom,
Of food and of clothes you got both,
So, when in trouble, I need you,
You will have to remember your oath:
If
him;
From it's bosom leaped the sturgeon
Sparkling, flashing in the sunshine
On it's margin the great forest
Stood reflected in the water
Every tree-top
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom
the lake before him;
From it's bosom leaped the sturgeon,
Sparkling, flashing in the sunshine;
On it's margin the great forest
Stood reflected in the water,
on
Hey, yeah, feet keep marching, keep on marching on
Well, in the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea
With a glory in His bosom that
Savior's face I see
Will I be weeping, wailing, gettin' up
Fallin' down
Tell me where will I be when it sounds
Oh yes
Will I be resting in the bosom
In
ain't neither
Bad bitches, I get at like sinus (God bless you)
These niggas is fake like a bosom (yup)
And everybody's on edge until you push 'em
you afraid to die?
Are you afraid?
Are you unsaved?
Are you afraid to die?
Are you too wicked to cry?
Would you to Gods' bosom fly?
Soon He's
would not cause e'en one regret
To rankle in your bosom now,
For "if we try, we may forget,"
Were words of thine long years ago.
Yes, these were
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