Lyrics:
There's a girl who lives down the track
In a little shack made of timber wood
And her clothes are all hand-me-downs
From the folks in town who
And maybe fall in love, just me and you
There's lots of pretty girls in Mozambique
And plenty time for good romance
And everybody likes to stop and speak
He's living in that big old house that he knows was built by me
He's playing with the baby that belongs to her and me.
At night he loves a woman
He fell for her again, she watched it happen
Every day, day by day
But more important, night by night
She watched it all come into play
He
a Puerto Rican baand
Union wages, wedding clothes
Hardly anyone has seen how good I am
But Rosalinda says she knows
Crazy Latin dancing solo down in
Two, three, four
Well, I came by your house the other day
Your mother said you went away
She said there was nothing that I could have done
you love, has let someone else take your place.
When you got a good woman, treat her kind in every way.
When you got a good woman, treat her kind in
know that my best friend will be back soon
But she whispers in my ear to
Meet her in the bathroom
I've been sticking by the Bro
Code since I had
A Yo-Yo
the clothes that I wore
She said, "We got a mutual friend over by the door,
And you know he's got our best interest in mind."
He was well connected but her
and ten there
She was folding her clothes by the coke machine
Hottest thing I'd ever seen
Cotton dress clinging to her like a glove
It took all
your couch
And it's knowin' I'm not shackled
By forgotten words and bonds
And the ink stains that have dried upon some line
That keeps you in
electrical thoughts in your head
Emboldened by this you were tempted a kiss
On the brow of a mystery passing you by
And thus we're afforded a simple reward
In
riding through the woods and took her by the hand"
The boss he lay back flat on his bed
He cursed the heat and he clutched his head
He pondered the future
A Devil
In The Bottle
And He Want's
To See Me Dead
I Fall Into Her Arms
And She Helps Me With My Clothes
I Guess She Stays On With Me
Because She
that they'll always be tight 'til the end
Until one day lil' Stacy gets shot
A drive-by bullet went stray up on her block
Now Nicole stuck up in
Lamps are hangin' from the ceilin'
Like a lady tied to her manners
I'm tied up to this feeling
Underneath your clothes
There's an endless story
done right
As I lay there with her by my side
T hen she took hold of my hand
As she looked up at me
And said now I must tell you good
By all accounts, she almost drowned
When she was six in frigid water
And I can confirm she made
A curious child, ever reviled
By everyone except
buttons on her shirt so far
I guess that's why I didn't notice that police car
We're doing ninety in my Mom's new Porsche
And to make this long story
on me
Yonder come Miss Rosie, how in the world did you know?
By the way she wears her apron, and the clothes she wore
Umbrella on her shoulder, piece
a good old wine or rock 'n' roll
If it feels real good let it move your soul
But if it hurts to say her name, baby let go
First time for both of you
her in
As she fumbles up those stairs
She smiles back at him dragging that teddy bear
Sleep tight, blue eyes and bouncing curls
He smiles
There
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
Some fellows look at the eyes
Some fellows look at the nose
Some fellows look at the size
Some fellows look at the clothes
I don't care if her
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