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a vineyard Reds Goodguy rode by on his milk white steed And casually mentioned my misdeeds He promised her love far greater than mine Thus pulled out
said - What's that she said - What's that she said, with her fingers turning blue And her face was turning red?! Whoo! Was that her dad - Was that her
A violet fell in love with a rose And started it blushing from its head to its toes Then one day the rose was kissed by the dew A new love was
be done, four hundred years So let it be written So let it be done I'm sent here by the chosen one So let it be written So let it be done To kill
on the grate in the evening, takes the chill away fine, Cut the telephone line, the story's the same. There's a worn red chair by the window that she found
your lips on me Put it on so you can take it off of me Cashmere, left it lying by your bed It's the color red, how could I forget? Cashmere
ha As stale and selfish as a sick dog Spurning sex like an animal of god I'll tear your red hair by the roots And hold you blazing Hold you
I grow in it? Throw a booth in the place, imagine how I'd flow in it Outer space bars, Ozs to the face, y'all Bowl by the hottub in case, y'all Plush
Transcribed by Reverend Strayngethe woods and the town Covered in snow All transformed to a fairytale Like the fresh page
A violet fell in love with a rose And started it flushing from its head to its toes Then one day the rose was kissed by the dew A new love was born
This moment, this minute and each second in it Will leave a glow upon the sky And as time goes by It will never die This will be my shining hour
again Go it alone You got it, so it goes Got his knees to his face He can't take it any other way On the streets he's a walking wounded Having
to the grade in the evening They take the chill away fine. Cut the telephone line and the story's the same. There's a worn red chair by the window That we found
Red brick dream Windows scream As the rusting north star shines above And drops it's iron beams Crashing down upon the rooves of swindon town
back with me Back to the flat with me Oh severed head I'll feed your head with bread And paint your lips bright red I'll keep it fresh on ice It
also on the faces Of the people strolling by I see friends shaking hands, saying, "how do you do" I think they're really saying, I love you You may
them things that you got Them dirty boys turn your poundcake to red velvet How can you measure a nigga by multiple figures he may got, got, got Had
on the faces of people going by I see friends shaking hands, saying how do you do They're really saying "I love you" I hear babies cry, I watch them grow They
next?" "I didn't screw it up, did I? Okay, but here's another one I could screw up" "What is it?" "Am I going to do this by myself?" "Do it by
Old man sitting by the side of the road With the lorries rolling by Blue moon sinking from the weight of the load And the building scrape the sky
they do Well, this girl didn't want me or anyone else She was alone, thought I'd give it a try I was a young bull stompin' in the field I saw red
the bridges of the city Hanging in the air by steel and stone She says, it's peaceful where she's living The lights of the golden gate will lead her home
All of them ended by Hollywood I see your face and uh you wanna touch it, yeah Come to my place and we can discuss it Hollywood, welcome to Hollywood
First time he saw the ground get busted He was ten and it was 1952 His daddy worked hard from sunup to sundown And the goin' got tough behind
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