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and I can't get enough Well I put on my sexy dress Hair piled on my head Painted my lips red I got a hot date tonight I step in my high shoes
would come knocking on those Tinted windows covered in steam, Floorboard piled up with t-shirts and jeans. You didn't know what you were doing to me, But
the doors 'Cause we can't make it here anymore You see those pallets piled up on the loading dock They're just gonna sit there ?til they rot ?Cause there's
you cross me, you do better crossin' the border So much money piled up, I'm a motherfuckin' hoarder, uh Said your times up Put your signs up They
feel themselves exiled On whom the fortune never smiled And upon whose life the heartache has been piled They're just looking for another Lonely
The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting The oranges are piled in their cresote dumps They're flying you back to the Mexico border To pay
And all of the politicians makin' crazy sounds All the dead bodies piled up in mounds, yeah Wow, that heroin is in my blood And the blood is in my head
of dishes, or wash the ones that have piled in the sink. Nothing else to tell you, dear. Except, each day feels like a year. Every night I'm dreamin'
And piled up beside her toppling to the skies Were the clothes of a king's son just my size
ever will be. Woa, Liza, see the coster barrows, Vegetable marrows and the fruit piled high. Woa, Liza, little London sparrows, Covent Garden
of composure. For fifty-two years he had piled it all on the back burner, and for fifty-two years it had boiled, frothing over in a turbulent storm inside of him.
The casualties piled up around us. But we don’t have time to notice. We are caught in the dust of the fight. We are losing our grip on what’s right. In this game
bleeding, choking Payback for the bullshit piled on over years Corpses cannot worship and the dead have no one to fear The dead have, no one, to, fear
On a postcard from a seaside motel Every room an ocean view All her reasons were piled up against me Like everything that slowly went wrong Blocked my view
the pretty girls want a good time Never gone away Lost in the bathrooms of my waste It's piled up inside Somebody knocking at the door One, one, one, nine
I have no place to fall Love has piled up us all I have no distance to fall Because I'm right here Stuck in my heart again I'm right here
I'm no good at chatting up and always get rebuffed Enough to drive a man to drink, I don't do no washing up I always reached the stuff piled up,
Reptilian woman figure Guards the keep from drifting souls Skeletons of the afterlife Piled high in the catacombs Dark paths of dimly fit bones Skeletons
seen sorrowing of clans So many a slain, shattered and bleeding man! Biting the earth, or piled here on their backs! The Saracens cannot withstand
Mountains of bones Piled high for the picking Lift our skin to the sky The tremors won't end This is just the beginning Unwanted fruit
bills piled up on my desk They looking like a mountain (Everest) All the little kids runnin' 'round you Can hear their stomachs growlin' There's a full
A 100 bottles that was every weekend Bitches piled up in my crib like a Colosseum After 3 A.M., you know we getting freaky Hella one night stands, we
his old black dog As we piled on in and cut out through That late November fog Dull as a plowshare rusting in the yard Old Cotton grinned and waved
think she getting fly Supplying all the local traps I call that running shit It's piled to the roof with sacks I'm on that gutta shit I'm good in each
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