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pulled into your chest some will love you some still hate you they take recession and blame it on their wives so what's the meaning where's the meeting we
Light skinned, he had your eyes
But my mother couldn't handle him
The liquor, the gambling, plus he had four wives
[Chorus]
My mother said my
Little Jimmy Watkins wasn't ready
When the winter came
He forgot to order coats so he shivers
Just himself to blame
And the market wives covered
For honor and fortune have men left their wives
Lust for destruction has confused their minds
Changed into monsters they don't want to be
jobs and wives to feed
And gotta buy the kids new shoes
We don't care 'cause we're not there
We're gonna party til the cows come home
Kick back take off
For honor and fortune have men left their wives
Lust for destruction has confused their minds
Changed into monsters they don't want to be
south,
Came the cry, "We got to ride
To clean up the streets
For our wives and our daughters!"
You can't talk to a man
When he don't wanna
Catherine
Catherine
Catherine
Catherine
Catherine
Catherine
Catherine
The rage of unloved wives
would seal this beauty's fate
Many years
god’s tool
Rock n roll is what you need
Rock n roll is what we preach
Hide your wives, I know they can’t resist
If we come to your town at next
capricious
and scandalous, killed his mother
his and 2 wives.
In 64 A.D. he burned Rome to the ground,
blamed it on the Christians and slaughtered
many
As a result of our megalomania
We aimed to make energy crawl
But lost the fight to urania
Like the occurring of tidal wives
And volcanos furious fidelism
1955 in Boston down at St.Elizabeth's
My momma took me home
To the three decker
across from the playground
Where the townies slept
their wives
alimony to two wives in different towns
Tries to act like he ain't lonely but the single life will wear you down
As for me I'm no different from the rest
fathers and wives
Now they're just shadows on the street
In such a quick burst of incredible heat
Now listen to them talk about doing it again
From
Our mothers, fathers, wives and sons
In the silence of our decimate tribe, we were alive;
The brothers were alive
Our memories were on fire under
when I call
Leaves' Eyes
Children grow up
Parents grow old
Man's wives become mothers to sons
Sunna hides
Mani glows
Stars are watching over us
the good men?
We got divorced guys, lonely guys, men who never leave their wives
Tell me: Where have all the good men gone?
Tell me: Why they're taken
I’m a man of the people
Been doing it all my life
Making designer babies
For my custom fitted wives
You could have called me Noah
You could have
Though it might be a sin
It’s any port in a storm
Boys and the clouds are rolling in
So if you’re smart you’ll lock
Up your daughters and wives
It’s
the time we'll hold our breath
13 suppers 14 wives
Save the marmalade for 15 flies
16's tempting 17's old
18's on the front line aiming
Heart turned cold
Forensic Files on the Vatican tiles
Or mob wives devour thee
A striking resemblance to Cersei
They bitch face, we bitch face
They witch mage
Which witch page
probably
Help you get your rent paid
Bounce them titties for a nigga
Bounce them titties for a nigga
Hide your wives
Trying to get inside them thighs
High
Predicted, blame God, he blew breath in my lungs
Second to none, wicked turn wives to widows
Shoot through satin pillows, the desolate one
Took a little
Wells, Maine from the casket to the orphanage
And back again
I'm from the place where the wives scream
Redneck fists aren't soft like Ice Cream
Police
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