Lyrics:
2+2 is four
Looks like you just might need one more
Got all that you want
Got all that you need
We're making five
Between the sheets
You could be
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
The cool room, Lord is a fool's room.
And I can almost smell your T.B. sheets
And I can almost smell your T.B. sheets
On your sick bed.
I gotta go, I
let go
I'm falling so please girl don't let go
Hold me closer tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
room, Lord is a fool's room
And I can almost smell your T.B. sheets
And I can almost smell your T.B. sheets
On your sick bed
I gotta go, I gotta go
I am just a blank sheet of paper
This fool's about to write you a letter
To tell you that he's sorry for the way he did you wrong
To ask for your
I don't wanna wake up
I want you spread out on the sheets
Said her pussy so good
And her pussy so sweet
I don't wanna wake up
I want it flowing
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
Now you're calling, 3 AM
My head is spinning
Pushed off the sheets from my bed
'Cause the phone keeps ringing
All I keep thinking is
Have I lost
up
Yeah she love to feel it up
Pack it roll it weed it up
Take me to your house and to your sheets you know I'll beat it up
Yeah she love to feel it up
see we've got this thing
About women smokin' and good alcohol
Now I'm lookin' for a homelife
And clean smellin' sheets
And all the soft places
The cool room, Lord is a fool's room.
And I can almost smell your T.B. sheets
And I can almost smell your T.B. sheets
On your sick bed.
I gotta go, I
wrap up inna sheet? Me nuh inna that to bloodcleet (get busy)
Woman fi tek buddy that a dem mission
Backshot, side shot, any position
Guinness
the drive is long
and you are far
no time to waste
get in your car
my sheets are cold
so hurry up
my arms are long
for you to hold
can bare to stand
how clean I keep my sheets.
No matter how clean I keep my sheets, all I taste is perspiration.
My senses numb to all sensation.
You clearly know now, so
I'm getting drunk again
Get three sheets to the wind
Write two sheets full of hymns
I don't understand it
All my friends
They've moved on and are
stubborn, yeah
And the worst thing, I've always that use to be that one
Now it's only just me and my sheets
Get your hands on me on repeat
All I wanna
so fun, yeah
And the worst thing of all is I used to be that one
Now it's only just me and my sheets
Got your hands on me on repeat
All I wanna
to her spice
Spice
Addicted to her spice
Taste on the sheets, how we do, la, la, la
欲望と化し踊れそれそれ (don't lose my mind)
Taste on the sheets, how we do,
see we've got this thing
About women smokin' and good alcohol
Now I'm lookin' for a homelife
And clean smellin' sheets
And all the soft places
Satin sheets to lie on
Satin pillows to cry on
Still I'm not happy don't you see
Big long Cadillacs, tailor maids upon my back
Still I want
long.
Motel shaker, tangled in sheets, the more she gets, the more she needs.
Motel shaker, shaking the walls, three in the morning and she wants it all.
(Run that back, Turbo)
You already on freaky shit, you a number one freak
And she love it when I deep deep dick, have her run through the sheets
on fourth, we was raised inside the D spot
Tweaker tried to drown us 'cause I sold his ass some sheet rock, yeah
It's hella shells inside this G-Lock
I'm
.jpg/220px-Bob_Mould_-_Black_Sheets_Of_Rain_(1990).jpg "Black Sheets of Rain")
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