Lyrics:
from Manhattan
She cool for a girl with Japan
She wanna know where I be, she into holding my hands
I don't think you understand, music's my only demand
If you listen a story I'll tell you,
Of a girl who once lived in this land
A girl who was once my sweetheart,
She was know as The Blue Velvet
Your all I talk about
Even when I go to sleep your the only one I dream about
See I'm your picture girl and baby you are my frame
And that's why I
Everything I wanna be
Any dream I wanna dream I can
Because of your love
Anywhere I ever go
With all of my heart I know
I am the man I am
Because
am, concentrating girl with all my might
Now the sound of your laughter trails off through the midnight sky
As the miles go by, cities come and go
pretty girls
Village and city girls by the quayside
Bless you, bless you, all of you pretty girls
Watching and waiting by the sea
Bless you, bless
I look inside your eyes
And find a little girl
Whose dreams have turned to sand
Somewhere along her way
But if you'll close your eyes
girl call, feelin' she mad, she threw the ring out
How she found out, she dreamt the whole thing out
Y'all be goin' through problems you gotta work
In the morning I raise my head
And I'm thinkin' of days gone by
And the thing I want out of life is
I want you (I want you)
I want you (I want
more God damnedday
Everyday bringing up your side to keep my hopes afloat
Judging by your silence, boy you must be in the same boat
Well, you need
My life was getting used to
A dull daily routine
I was getting so fed up
I just wanted to scream
Up at six to work by nine
Home again by
And harder to climb
Oh you and me girl
Got a lot of love in store
And it flows through you
And it flows through me
And I love you so much more
Then my
innocent
But I would love you to take my time
We're on the edge of a beautiful thing"
She said "Come on, let's stay here for a while"
Oh girl, he is
tell by the way you look, when I''m looking at you.
(Take It Girl)
I know it ain't fit and proper for a girl to talk this way,
But I can''t cope
My bitch tastes like cucumber juice
Your bitch tastes like Timberland boots
My bitch gets fucked in a new coop
Your bitch gets fucked by any old dude
to know the truth
There are times when I look back
And I am haunted by my youth
Oh, but my joy of today
Is that we can all be proud to say
To be
the marsh by a breeze from the gulf.
I'm coming home, (coming home)
I've had me enough.
Oh, where are the things I saw in my dreams?
Where's the happy
Went out ta LA and slept on the beach
Just Santa Monica and me and my dreams
Woke up in the sand next to the pier
To someone picking up trash by my
baby,
Tired of being alone here by myself, now
I tell ya, I'm tired baby,
I'm tired of being all wrapped up late at night,
In my dreams, nobody but
So maybe that's why you're on
Every highway
Just beyond the high-beams
Right beside me
In all of my sweet dreams
No matter where you choose to be
DC like go barrack
Girl drunk it like a Fiji and she blowed my socks
Every night she coming through for me to fuck that
Found out she had a man I holla
I may not be every mother's dream for her little girl,
And my face may not grace the mind of everyone in the world.
But that's all right, as long
You're the one that makes my day a dream come true
Yet and still you wander if I think of you
You ought to see how the other girls behave when
Far from the cry of the city
Where flowers pretty, caress the streams
Cozy to hide in, to live side by side in
Don't let it abide in my dreams
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