Lyrics:
Oh, when I step into the light
My arms are open wide
When I step into the light
My eyes searching wildly
Would you not like to be
Sitting on top
out in the crowd
And everybody's yellin' no
Grab him by his locks
And get the message out the box
The head hit below the belt
I wanna give him good top
To the beauty of the days gone by
I'll sing it from the mountain top
Down to the valley down below
Because my cup doth overflow
With the beauty of the days gone
I'm not
I'm gonna stand out here on the mountain top
Till I feel your
Rain
Feel it on my finger tips, hear it on my window pane
Your love's
! You're the Colosseum,
You're the top! You're the Louvre Museum,
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss,
You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeart
where to take her that night
And we got high on top of that bridge
We could see for miles
Past the corn and the cotton, and the River bridge
When
I was surrounded by a large hippopotamus
And nine of its friends who declared quite a lot of us
Are feeling rather blue
And we don't know what
by her side
Instruments tied to the top and the back
Because the Blue Valley songbird
Is singing tonight
One nighter's, honky tonk's, years flying by
Tryin' to do what the big hillbillies do
I would sit there by the hour pickin' Wildwood Flower
Wore my little fingers to the bone
I said I'll never rest
of the land, hey hey hey hey
'Cause made by almighty men
Live by the good book if you're able
You must play your cards on top of the table
When you gather
Looking out my window
Wonder how it came to be
Feels just like a tempo
Lifted by a gentle breeze
Ugly as a suitcase
I can see it stretch for days
Well, love's got a hold on me, won't let go;
'cause it's the real thing ba-by,
I just want you to know
That I love you all the way,
More and more
the land
I'll never beat the view
From my front porch looking in
There's a carrot top who can barely walk
With a sippy cup of milk
A little blue eyed blonde
Love has got me in triangles
Love can't pass me by
Love has got me in triangles
Love can't pass me by
Gold for Friday, work all day
Silver melts
Chorus
Moving to the top, AH
Moving to the top, hey
Moving to the top, AH
Moving to the top, hey
Verse:
Step by step
Changing up the game
Shooting
Looking through my new camcorder
Trying to find a crime that pays
I get hit by mortars, everywhere I go I'm loitering
Chaos and disorder ruinin' my world
by
The Django and Jimmie
Has Mississippi
A young singing brakeman
A jazz playing gypsy
Might not have been
A Merle or a Willie
If not for
you put your jeans on top of mine
I said: Come in
The water's fine
Down by the river
Down by the river
Down by the river
Said: Come in
In the light that I
Feel
I see crucifixes and
Expectancy
And I feel
So safe
Foot by foot
I feel like a
Beat cast-off
I feel so
Ashamed
Everybody wants to be a winner
And take their place at the top
Everyone wants their name up in lights,
For the good times never stop
Sometimes
the ones that we all know by name
But you can reach the top of your profession
If you become the leader of the land
For murder is the sport
My, my
My butterscotch, butterscotch
My butterscotch, butterscotch
Pop rocks, lemon drops, rollin' in my Tee
tops sugar rush, touch the stars
Dry
of the world
when the world comes down
its cold , so get in
on top of the world
on top of the world
i slowly slip on to the
down in the drain
burden by mistakes
Straight from the middle right up to the top
Eat or be eaten by the cream of the crop
A smell of burning way down in your soul
When you taught
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