Lyrics:
and always kept your cool
You kept the heater right by your thigh
And when the shit got hectic you was ready to ride
You didn't run out, when I pulled
sharing a human experience
Came up on dudes like a balloon filled with helium
Scooped up a cool two million, did my due diligence
Takes a village
Well, there's no verse to this song
'Cause I don't want to wait a moment too long
To say that I'd love to get you on a slow boat to China
All
To me, to me love is no go
Till fiddle and oboe start weeping, and wailing
That's my failing
He may be all wrong for me
But his is the only song
on (come on)
I'm talking to you, come on the Working Hour
This is the working hour
We are paid by those who
Learn by our mistakes
This is the working hour
ready
Blow more head than blow job betty
Suck my dick, and suck it cool
And suck my homie when he come through
Just suck dick, till you see no other
I
Come round by my side and I'll sing you a song
I'll sing it so softly, it'll do no one wrong
On Birmingham Sunday the blood ran like wine
Gone away is the bluebird,
Here to stay is a new bird
He sings a love song,
As we go along,
Walking in a winter wonderland.
In the meadow we can
This is a song that was written by two people
You know one probably terribly well
And that's my, my mentor and my friend
Leonard Cohen
He wrote this
To that old Bing Crosby song, baby
[Chorus: Repeat 2X]
(And when I'm)
Backstage feelin down and the lights come on
No time to worry gotta hurry gotta sing my song
Gotta shake it off (shake it off)
And strike
And when God gave out rhythm
He sure was good to you
You could add, subtract, multiply and divide by two
I know today's your birthday
And I
To this song
There is no song
No, really
Really what?
There is no song
I'm just plinking on the piano
I only know seven chords any ways
So it
is Parson Brown
He'll say "Are you married?"
We'll say "No, man
But you can do the job when you're in town"
Later on we'll conspire
As we dream by
but they ain't no fools
When Noah built his Cadillac it was cool
Two by two they're still going down
And the satellite circus just left town
I think
to rock, YOU!
We're the kings of swing
And we're chosen to rule
The deans of clean inside the cool school
We're the chiefs of relief
Contained by wild
There's a photo of a genius
Standing by the ocean
With a peacock and a cool hat
In 1943
On a beach in Santa Barbara
He's looking quite contented
and party with me (hey)
Yeah, baby, come and party with me (hey)
[Hook: LL Cool J (girl)]
One-two, and pump it up, and one-two (ah back it up)
One-two
Over the ground lies a mantle of white
A heaven of diamonds shine down through the night
Two hearts are thrillin' in spite of the chill in
stanza by stanza
Verse after verse have been precisely arranged
Rearranged and then changed until the best remained
The result being this incredible song
point for human rights
Remember that song called 'Kill Me'
Once used by a man from Gallilea
He had nothing to lose, he was King of the Jews
Secured
Okay
Oh no, not you
What are you doing here?
Oh boy, it's gon' be hard now
Can we put him in the back?
Robin, Robin, Robin
I used to get
over here, baby)
Are you feelin' me?
Let's do somethin'
Let's make a bet
'Cause I-I bet I'll have you naked by the end of this song
by the sun"
"Then he could go no farther
And as his strength began to fail
He saw a shimmering lake.
A shadow in the dark green depths
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