Lyrics:
On a balcony
Sippin' champagne
Watchin' the views
Or on the couch at yo mama house
Watchin' the news
The whole world just love when we sing the blues
But be
I'll never get my title tooken
So you got a little 9 to 5, so what?
What do you do for a living, slice cold cuts?
You look slick, but you know every Tom
Finding your life dominated by voices and forces
The shapes the shoes of horses
Little ticklish melodies
When the good ideas are felonies
That's called
smiles, stick around and laugh a while yeah
There's white horses and they're coming at me at a pace now
And there's a blue sirocco blowing warm into my
Well, they say the blue-eyed ones are crazy
Hold true with horses and young ladies
Well, mama said, "Don't bring her 'round no more"
Sister called
the heights and hollows of fern and heather,
God surely loved us a little then.
The skies were fairer and shores were firmer
The blue sea over the bright sand
downhill with a bullet
This ramblin' and rovin' has taken its course
I'm grazing with the dinosaurs and the dear old horses
And the city streets crack
INTRO
Dear Santa, bring me a cowboy for Christmas
V1
I'm cozied up by the fire
All alone on the couch
I got a Prancer and a Dancer by gingerbread
call) the horses of the fields,
of the dust (which quivers in the sunbeams),
and of living things as they are blown against one another by the air.
Is its
My pleasent darling
My tender light
from seeking after seeking
I’ve been tempted by your delight
accept my gratitude
in exchange of your immense
You got your arm up a dead horse
But you're too lazy of course to tell me if i should go or stay since im here for a little while ill turn loose ol
brothers but they blood by the roots
800 horse hooves no roof
Type of niggas that ain't never trying to lose
Feeling different we the ones who stack blues
want to know all you know
Beloved, our bedclothes are roiled by the tide
that drags us below and then up to the side––
buckled and winded, enthrall
by a little fire and a lot of booze
Dito woke up Lito from a snooze
Said "My friend I must confess, I pulled off her dress
And had the time of my
Everything
Lovin' when he sexin' me
Said anything and everything
Ah, ahh (girl, let me tell you what he did)
He grabbed me by my waist, threw my panties
(randy newman karl marks the spot where
Tom wait's before the war)
Oh why do people look at me
As though I were a freak
Oh can抰 they see that what
a lot of prose, stop and write a little battle verse
You cannot rock it, you're the 86 Challenger
(That's a science joke)
In a fishbowl, under
when you makin' the shot
It's still a miss to me (Yeah)
I'm CT fletcher, mixed with a little Mr t
(Uh, huh) you on The Shade Room just hoping
That you
you again, will see you again
Tomorrow
The world is ending, the planet is shaking
Overtaken by the big blue screens
Some hid in the caves and
They
the breeze
You look a little colder, get closer to me
Yeah, I like it like that
With you under my arm
This is a really cool job
Keepin' you cozy and warm
gotta have jiggles
Don't care if it's medium thick or little
Front with a Birkin bag I like to get a triple
All these blues got my pockets looking
Crazy Mary with her painted blue veils
Cleo as a cat with silvery nails
Theda by the water, longing to whirl
And the skin of Maxine, white as a pearl
please, no r.i.p.'s for these westside gees
I fires up the stick, grabs the nine and the clip
Which I stash by my fuckin dick
Definitely set-trippin,
and the bote
Ponte quidao
Bow wow wow
Soy el mujado de sulda Hustletown
Blue and White Porche
Sixty thousand dolla horse
At my ranch where my butt naked
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