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own way
Love with it without
Sheet rain fall on me
Cleanse my soul
Cleanse me of me
Sheet rain fall on me
Who the hell am I supposed to be
Out

2020 and I'm 19 no Covid

A: I'm an Asshole 
B: I'm a fuckin' Bitch 
C: I'm a crazy Cunt 
D: suck my fuckin' Dick 
I'm Option E on the scantron sheet

She's a boss in the streets
And a freak in the sheets
Make it feel so sweet
Lock lips on me
She's a boss in the streets
But a freak in the sheets

Yeah the sheets are warm and I don't wanna get out
If your boyfriend coming through tell him get out
Yeah we said we'd be friends we in bed now
Yeah

I take my time when I'm in it
Come to the crib you can get it
I got you gripping the sheets
And have you begging for children
And when I'm gone you

Said it's the radio smasha
Oh yeah
I'm a freak yeah
Seven days a week yeah
Under these sheets
Holy matrimony
I love how you do me baby (Yeah)
I'll

it up and put it
In the sky, inhale exhale it
Take a ride to the east side
Marijuana's all up in my eyes
Backwoods, some sheets and some funnel
No

I used to wash my sheets once a week
I showered most days
I didn't use a loofah, because they're breeding grounds for bacteria
I wiped 'clean'

laundry
My clothes will rot with age
But you can fix it, if you pick up that shovel
And put a fresh sheet of dirt on my grave

Fresh sheets on my grave
I'll

[Chorus: Jac Starling]
Fought for you too hard
Lost you after all
Guess I call too much
Profit under cost
Balance sheet to one side
Sheets empty when

I want you under my sheets, baby
Trust me we don't need no sleep, baby
Your eyes and thighs make me weak, baby
Follow the clues that you'll leave

Under the sheets
With your lips on mine and your body, baby
Movin' to the beat
We can go slow
As slow as you need
Mmm, dancin' in the sheets
Mmm, just you

Satin Sheets

Jeanne Pruett

Classic Country: Early '70s

1999

Satin sheets to lie on, satin pillows to cry on
Still, I'm not happy, don't you see?
Big long Cadillac, tailor-mades upon my back
Still, I want

We set sail where she left us in the middle of the fleet
The wind blowing from the southward--oh we gave her sheet

Watch her, catch her, jump up

Well Saint Peter’s Gate
Don’t want no sinner like me
But Chorus of Angels have littered my feet
With sheet music fit for a king
Gospels were written

Lover
Distant lover
Lover
Distant lover

Between the sheets so sweet
Our shadows making quiet melodies
Each subtle touch caress
Rewiring the patterns in

I'm still holding on
This toxic strong
Feel like I cant breathe
An its like am drowning
You're my drugs
In the sheets we fuck it up
Try to mess me up

think about
I toss and turn in my sheets
I cannot sleep
I cannot sleep
Shit I cannot sleep
I toss and turn in my sheets
Shit I cannot sleep
Shit I cannot

Be with me
She said she wanna be in my sheets
Be with me
They done fucked up letting C-Dawg in the building
You know I'm finna turn up and say some

feeling it too
It's undeniable
And I can never get enough
Of that swe swe swe sweet
Love you give
Under the she she she sheets
Dazzling
I don't have you
But

wi duh Whappings
Di Banga phone hot
Banga phone hot
Di Chappa phone hot
Chappa phone hot
Couple lead sheet two laptop
Duffle bags wud millions cash

shit
I'm geeked, bad bit in my sheets
Shit, I'm high as hell right now, I said I'm geek
Bad bitch in my sheets, bad bitch in my sheets
I'm geeked, bad

It can't hold me, it don't kiss me
But in these sheets, it lays down with me
All the love you left me
You left me, left me, left me, left me
You left

Tiny Dancer

Elton John

Live USA

dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
You had a busy day today
Hold me closer, tiny dancer
Count the headlights