Lyrics:
your eyes
You're lucky guy
You're just beginning so have your inning
And let your troubles boom by
No one can deny you're a lucky guy
Hey
catch a groove)
Mr. Lover, Mr. Lover
Chorus
Shaggy (Janet):
Girlie, girlie
You woke up a real love machine
Girlie, girlie
I live to make your beat
Oh, hello, Mr. Soul, I dropped by to pick up a reason
For the thought that I caught that my head is the event of the season
Why in crowds just
believe you oughta be a-bringin' up
Your little girl this way"
And it was signed by the Secretary
Harper Valley PTA
Well, it happened that the PTA was
the world turn twice
[Mr.Ness]
And I'm Mr.Ness, that rock the best
And I'm ready to rock at your request
Go on, go on with your best
Raheim is gonna do
a hole in her stockin'
And we danced by the light of the moon!
I danced all night with a bottle in my hand!
Bottle in my hand, bottle in my hand
I
giants
Dancing up the brick wall
Of Mr. Truman's beer factory
Waving bottles ten feet tall
Whether one calls it Spitalfields, Whitechapel,
Tower Hamlets
hands,
Mr Worldwide,
Redone,
And the beautiful Jennifer Lopez,
Dale
We don't believe in defeat,
That's why we're back for a three-peat
Hi Jenny,
Before the parade passes by
I'm gonna get in step while there's still time left
Before the parade passes by
Mrs. Levi, come along!
Cornelius
Rumours dem spreadin'
Claim that a sensee me plantin'
But I man a de Don ina de jugglin'
A pure rumours a gwan (Rumours a gwan)
Please Mr
baby
Walkin' up an down the street
You walk by me, smilin'
Act like you don't wanna speak
But I, Iittle girl
I've got tired of your low down,
When I was a boy
There was no limit to what I could eat
Shake after shake after shake after shake
Followed by all kinds of red meat
Metabolism
knew by the engine's moan
That the man at the throttle was Casey Jones
He pulled up within two miles of the place
There number four stared him straight
glasses and cups
I've accumulated over the past 62years
Then I'm going to get some plywood
I'm going to get some plywood
And cut them up into two by
Baby, take my hand
I'll show you why
I'm about to sign you up
We can get right, before the night is up
We can get right, right
We can get right,
And she holds out her hand
I love you so deep
But you can't understand
Damaged by love
Damaged by love
So young
And damaged by love
a minute while I freak ya sister,
Push the pista,
Up against her,
No offensta, but this pimpin' mista.
Roll ya fist up, or hold ya Crist up,
Light that
not you and I (not you and I)
We'll spend years and years and years
Watching the world go by
(Watching the world go by) Some day Sunday
(Under a sunny
loose murder, all witnesses and survivors
That's a job completer, dependable contractor
The back hand wack rap slapper
Mr. leather bomber taker
Catch
Thinkin', "I want me a bad bitch when I get big"
They hug on the corner like California king
Cold hand all up her skirt, cars whistlin' down the road
See,
Grabbed my gun, run to the hill Standing up around the old windmill
I says grey wolf if you come to steel
I'll slit your belly and hang you by the heels
Please Mr. Edminton Mr. Edminton tell me that you'll agree
And I'll untie you from that chair presently and get you away from here.
I'm judging by your
of the hour, tower of power
I'll devour
I'm gonna tie you up and let you understand
That I'm not your average man
When I gotta jammy in my hand
Damn!
Oh!
Listen
I thought, “good grief”
J-Just ain’t my belief
Until I saw the holes
Inside his hand
Street Jesus
Street Jesus
Come on, come on, what you
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