Lyrics:
See the funny little clown
See him laughin' as you walk by
Ev'rybody thinks he's happy
Cause you never see a tear in his eye
No one knows he's
"I can't get down and I shan't get down,
Or stay all night with thee.
Some pretty little girl in Cornersville
I love far better than thee."
He
Johnny's daddy was taking him fishin'
When he was eight years old
A little girl came through the front gate
Holdin' a fishin' pole
His dad
Johnny Dhu""
I met a little flaxy-haired girl one day
""Good morning little flaxy-haired girl"" I did say
""Good morning little beggar man,
a how do you
pulled up at 6:30 in his 745
As he wavin' his shorty hi, you know he showin' his bling out
She got in the car, he drove, he pulled his thing out
His
school
Being taught the golden rule
And by the time another year has gone around
It may be his turn to lay his life down
Can you blame the voice
opportunity to shoot his shot
His confidence was shook after being shot down by this girl named Megan
Megan making Noah go crazy
He was trapped in his mind
ring
They spent his leave in London in style
One night on the town
He took his girl to dinner and the latest West End show
She said he looked so
ring
They spent his leave in London in style
One night on the town
He took his girl to dinner and the latest West End show
She said he looked so
told a lie.
The first one to visit John Hardy in his cell
Was a little girl dressed in blue.
She came down to that old jail cell,
She said, "Johnny,
a lie
The first one to visit John Hardy in his cell
Was a little girl dressed in blue
She came down to that old jail cell
She said Johnny, I've been
time he came home drunk her blood starts curdling
As she's finally had enough telling him shes
He's done with his playing and the others girls he fucks
on my feet
Someone promised me the world
Had a psychopathic tendency
He had twenty others girls
I thought that I deserved
A little piece of heaven
So
Like magic on his tires
Girl that's Juvenile
You don't know he on fire
17 inch Momo's
Like magic on his tires
Girl that's Juvenile
You don't
Like magic on his tires
Girl that's Juvenile
You don't know he on fire
17 inch Momo's
Like magic on his tires
Girl that's Juvenile
You don't
twist!
That didn't quite go the way
We thought it would
You see, in 9th grade
A little girl who had never sung in front of
People before asked her parents
This is for all my Flyy Girls
If yo bills paid
Hair laid
Nails and makeup slayed
This shit is for you
Let's get a bag
Let's get a bag, make these
up to say, "how ya doin' baby"
He's just that way
Leaves me little notes by my coffee cup
The sweetest poetry to me
Oh and every night he tells me
up to say, "how ya doin' baby"
He's just that way
Leaves me little notes by my coffee cup
The sweetest poetry to me
Oh and every night he tells me
In a little cabaret
In a South Texas border town
Sat a boy and his guitar
And the people came from all around
And all the girls
From there
In a little cabaret
In a South Texas border town
Sat a boy and his guitar
And the people came from all around
And all the girls
From there
A daddy and his baby girl another midnight waltz
Barely awake slow dancing down the hall
Holding his little Belle safely in his arms
He whispers,
by my city
Lick up on the candy shop like I'm fifty
Look your girl, she went on ride like I'm jiggling
She wanna cuff me then [?] gonna get me
You
take me back
Got my backpack and raps and I'm facing crap
Want you by my side, just so you can hold me down
The realist girl that I'll find
In this awful
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