Lyrics:
want to be like that gal on the river
Who sang her song to the ships passing by
She had the goods and how she could deliver
The Lorelei
She used
before you die (yeah yeah)
A word in your ear from father to son
Funny you don't hear a single word I say
But my letter to you will stay by your side
me 'round
Yeah, I would rather love you, baby
Than anyone else I know in town
This is my confession, mama
And it's sung by all your song
It
Yeah, yeah
Watch out
[Chorus: Repeat x2]
Ain't no running from
Karma, ain't no running
Ain't no running from
Karma, ain't no running
I'm
hoo
what more can a poor boy do? Oo hoo hoo hoo... yeah?!
Keep losing you...Ooh hoo hoo
what more can a poor boy do? Ooh hoo hoo...
what more
I was alive but didn't know how to live
And I was your friend but didn't know what to give
And then you found me and my new life it began
Whoa
Huh-huh, huh-huh uh-huh uh-huh
I'd love all the girls, I love 'em love 'em baby!
Black diamonds and pearls, ooh yeah yeah
If I ruled the world
People
this world we live in, do you still believe in Man?
If my songs become my freedom, and my freedom turns to gold
Then I'll ask the final question, if
whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
(Ha) (yo) (yeah yeah)
This is Wyclef, Refugee Camp (L-Boogie up in here)
Praswell
type of song,
Doowutchyalike,
Ooh, I see guys and girls dancin', ooh, ooh
Yeah, doowutchyalike,
Ooh, I see guys and girls dancin', ooh, ooh
Yo,
Yeah, yeah
Watch out
[Chorus x2]
Ain't no running from
Karma, and no running
Ain't no running from
Karma, and no running
I'm the caboose
worthless when they steal your dreams
I just couldn't live with what was left for me
And I couldn't run far enough from the truth, what's the use
Yeah
me 'round
Yeah, I would rather love you, baby
Than anyone else I know in town
This is my confession, mama
And it's sung by all your song
It
want to be like that gal on the river
Who sang her song to the ships passing by
She had the goods and how she could deliver
The Lorelei
She used
around
But you oughta know that much by now
Yeah, you oughta know my touch by now
When it all comes down, and our time's all up
Maybe we can hang and fuck
the time, you get to live the life
What's not to, what's not, what not to like...?
Signing pictures to the end of the line
Smiling every time...
The song you
me 'round
Yeah, I would rather love you, baby
Than anyone else I know in town
This is my confession, mama
And it's sung by all your song
It
Oh, yeah
Come on
Like blue jeans and a band on a t-shirt
Cold beer and a song through the speakers
Some things just never go out of style, ah,
Well, it's the underground,
You know that we're down with wutchyalike
Yeah, with wutchyalike, yeah
And though we're usually on the serious tip, check
(Aah)
Do you wan' see mama mad? (Aah), yeah
So mad, ay
I'm tellin' you the truth, I hope I'm not being too cruel
Since you ain't playing by
the poor man then
Go in the door, door feel me
Go inside, kneel down
I feel love in the song
Chorus
Ahh, feel in the love, I love ya
Go in
to live for
I can tell the world, yeah
(By the stars above)
I've come a long
(Long)
Long way
(Long way)
Ah, sometime I'm gonna cry tears of water
That came
and mine.
Take 'em by the hand,
And live your life
Take 'em by the hand,
Don't let 'em all fly by!
Come on, Come on now...
Yeah!
Come on now!
Oh
Well, I guess I've been a long time
Working in a backline
Trying to make a song fit
When you know it never was mine
Two-dollar high-heel
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