Lyrics:
Clean us like the rain in spring
Take the chlorine out our conversation
Let Your light reflect on me
I promise I'm not hiding anything
It's water
We
somethin' show me whatcha got!
Refrain:Britney and Kevin: into the bed under the covers
we could be the perfect lovers
Britney:holdin' my breasts don't ever
feel me
Uh, Pablo, my chick Tata
Nice breasts with the high thighs like KFC
Only thing missin' was the hot fries and the cold Coke
Make warm but it's
Lady Madonna, children at your feet
Wonder how you manage to make ends meet
Who find the money when you pay the rent
Did you think that money was
Blue Sky Make Dem Know
Check yuh arm, check yuh mouth
Macka docious
All who nuh bathe from morning go hold a bathe!
You afi fresh you fi bathe
You
make him smile
His clothes are dirty but his, his hands are clean
And you're the best thing that he's ever seen
Stay, lady, stay
Stay with your
elephants in gold chain mail
Take it, shake it, make it what you wanna be
Them Roman legionnaires, they hit
The trail, uh huh, uh huh
The world is what you
They called us walking corpses
Unholy living dead
They had to lock us up
Put us in their British hell
Make sure your face is clean now
Can't
pee
As I lay down laws like Island Carpet
Stop it, if you think your gonna make a profit
Don't see my ones, don't see my guns, get it
Now tell ya
and suave gentlemanly bearing
A little flat tin case is all you need
Breast-pocket conversation opener
And one of those ciggie lighters that look rather
Walking all the day near tall towers where falcons build their nests
Silver winged they fly, they know the call of freedom in their breasts
Soar
back do'
I make yo mind doin' rap but I'm black doe, nigga
"We are United States of America. You honestly believe
Just because you wear bags that
Make eye out fi blind
till all badmind haffi tell you seh it
(Clean!) Everything clean fi you gal
(Clean!) Proper hygiene fi you gal
(Clean!) You
I am longing to
Hold you close to my eager breast
Wanting love, in that heaven I'm dreaming of
Makes that heaven seem far above
Any hope that
It's knowing that your door is always open and your path is free to walk
That makes me tend to leave my sleepin' bag rolled up and stashed behind
Tonight, tonight
Tell me why should I explain
Tell me why should I complain
Cause she makes me feel alive
I lay my head on her breast
I got her name on my
to door
I was thinking that maybe I'd get a maid
Find a place nearby for her to stay
Just someone to keep my house clean
Fix my meals and go away
blood has stained the coal
We tunneled deep inside the nation's soul
We matter more than pounds and pence
Your economic theory makes no sense
One
You can take her
Make her change her name
You and your old money
Dance around the flame
But you can never, never love her like me
You can
Spark the flame like a forest fire. Do the work that the
lord desires. Keep it clean, leave no survivors.
He was seen in all those cyphers He's
so
comes my nut, I want you to put in your mouth
Like it when you lick it, love it when I hit
Show me what you want
Make that face when I split it
The sound
later
And no one knows except the both of us
And I have honored your request for silence
And you've washed your hands clean of this
You're
From the depths I called you, ma
For your breath and breast so warm and fabled
Your hands reached inside
Grabbed my heart, enlarged, disabled
Wash
Make your body clean
Wash
Your dirty sins, caus'
You Rash
Put your soul in a trash
And Wash
Make your body clean
Wash
You! Nasty!
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