Lyrics:
you dare say Bob Marley
Cause like he says, the ganja makes you think
And that's why he was murdered, because those were powerful words that he speak
Written by bob welch.
For a little peace in any season
I'd give up anything but your love
I don't want to trade, tryin' to be happy
That's only
things place
I said lock that door
Put it in sport don't hit those breaks
Gotta duck from the the jakes can't go
On the mains cah that shits to bait
Catch
Alone in the world
Was poor little Anne
As sweet a young child as you'd find.
Her parents had gone
To their
Come to my place
Mami gbesu womi
Girly this your body wey dey make a man feel so crazy
Baby girl come to my place make we do this thing one time you
I swear every little thing I wanted
You have given those things in love
So I come alive
And we become fireflies
We become fireflies
Dance
to pick the guitar
With those gospel songs that we always sang
Guess I heard ten-thousand sermons
But Lord, I guess I didn't learn a thing
I was
if one more thing goes wrong
It’ll be too much for me to take
It’s the little things
I spilled my coffee
And my shower was ice cold
Truck blew it’s
played a little eight ball, made a few bucks
Dropped a little change in that old jukebox
Time flew by, next thing I knew
I went for one but I stayed 'til
You know baby I was just standing here and thinking about all the things that a man wants in his life and he find it when he finally get those things
*taken from The Boomtown Rats debut album
*written by Bob Geldof
*music arranged by The Boomtown Rats
saw was some little skater kid
Come runnin by with a test tube, one of them glass ones.
Oh man, I'll check the news
And find out what the hell's
through the game, then rep for the borough
And there ain't no name that can make me shudder
Woke by a clock, and I wouldn't be alarmed
Nah
Sheero, how
There's this one guy
There's no one like him in all of the world
'Cause you can always see those girls down on their knees
In those dark sweaty
the truth
Some folks say that Tom Hanks is a pedophile
And those same folks say Rita Wilson too
But I don't know, man
That theory sounds a little wild
hope
Our time spent was not wise
I'll see you later 'cause there's no such thing as "goodbye"
There's no more reaching you
By now you should have gotten
Giants of our little game
Oh the lessons I learned have served me well
Work hard, do the best that you can
Momentum is strange, things turn around
Play
Words and music by Bob Hartman
Based on Psalm 104:4, Luke 3:6
When the weight of the world begins to show
When the flames of faith begin to die
You might see me stroll by
in the Bob Marley tie die with the red eye.
I'm sick now.
I think I'm catching glaucoma.
See me on the corner, looking for
Just one big fat mother brick house
So impressed to find those breasts
A little, a little, a little (More for the Bone)
She likes whips and chains
the loft i came across a box
That when I opened up stirred
Mixed emotions in my cock
It felt a little hard but
It felt a little soft
Next thing that I know I
saw those little kids,
it remind me on the past,
got a pure smile on that faces,
they have'nt had a sense of stressed,
saw those toys
book
Life threw a left hook
Blowing off a little bit of steam
So he had to bob and weave
He had a thing for a Queen
She could rock anything
Bob
that bound us
Are still around us
There?s no escape that I can see
And still those little things remain
That bring me happiness or pain
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