Lyrics:
and be gay-o
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou
Thibodaux, Fontaineaux, the place is buzzin'
Kinfolk come to see Yvonne by the dozen
Dress
daddy is so, so rich and your mama good-
She had to be good-looking
So hush, little baby, don't you cry
Don't you cry, no no, don't cry
No need
wanna see your face again
I don't even wanna be your friend
Don't wanna be used by you again
So I'm saying goodbye
Girl, I know that you're thinkin'
that's gonna be
(Gonna spend my time)
Now the future has a guarantee
(Making sure that Saturday's child is mine)
Seven days of the week made
bitch was a crime, I'd be arrested (Tru)
Got everything, I got everything
I cannot complain, I cannot
I don't even know how much I really made, I
Gypsy woman told my momma, before I was born
You got a boy-child comin', gonna be a son-of-a-gun
Gonna make these pretty women, jump and shout
cares away
I can't wait
Because this Christmas time
Get together
It's gonna be so nice
Better than ever
And baby you're the one
Special treasure
Lite.
Girl put on that short little party dress and make me a little bit jealous.
It's gonna be a wild weekend,
Been on the phone with all my
Baby!
Yesterday she kissed me she was so divine
Fell right down and begged her to be mine all mine
Held her tight
Oooooooooh good night
Gonna fix you up!
By da time we're through
I'll be tigger one
You'll be tigger two!
It's gonna be great!
It's gonna be great!
It's gonna be
I'm gonna buy a big red truck
Then a rabbit's foot for real good luck
Gonna get me some plastic gunga dins
And I'll buy a big house to put 'em all
by Erykah Badu
'Cause you wanna steal this good music
Put me out of business, now you lose it
Tomorrow, don't you worry 'bout tomorrow
That shit never
I'm doing good, I'm on some new shit
Been saying "Yes" instead of "No"
I thought I saw you at the bus stop, I didn't though
I hit the ground
know I'm managed by violator (yeah!)
(they shootin') I'm exterminator
I look good so hate me hater
Me and my girls drinkin', where's the waiter
every day
Get to bed by three
Oh, take good care of yourself
You belong to me!
Be careful crossing streets, ooh-ooh
Cut out sweets, ooh-ooh
Lay off
These times are troubled and these times are good
And they're always gonna be, they rise and they fall
We take 'em all the way that we should
I know we about to have a good time
'Cause I got all my friends with me
I know everything's gonna be fine
'Cause I got all my friends with me
the tears from her happiness
Her own little son name 'o Johnny B. Goode
Was gonna make some motion pictures out in Hollywood
Bye, bye, bye, bye
Bye, bye,
I've got to know right now
It's got to be this time
I want to show you how
Gonna make you change your mind
There's an empty chair at my table
There's
(Yow! One, two)
Out on the town, looking for a woman
Gonna give me good love
Anybody want to hand off me
And give me plenty of
She was standing
I'm gonna work 'til the good Lord calls me
Be workin' 'til the good Lord calls me
I'm gonna work until the good Lord calls me
It'll be in the by
Turn around and tell me what's good, Miley
What's good, what's good?
Miley can speed dial a Clinton
Been judo-in while the girls be strippin'
A hundred
a three-ring circus
With clowns and freaks and camels and such
And you never know when you might be attacked by the bears
[Chorus]
Give me love, give me
walk on by
I'm gonna be a wheel someday
I'm gonna be somebody
I'm gonna be a real gone cat
Then I won't want you ooh
Well, na na na na na said, I, I,
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