Lyrics:
Barker
Transported? What was his crime?
Foolishness
He had this wife, you see
Pretty little thing
Silly little nit
Had her chance for the moon
And we’ll show the whole wide world
That we have a pretty face
Pretty face, pretty face pretty face have we
Pretty face, pretty face pretty face have we
[Chorus]
Ooh poor baby
Someone broke your heart in two
Ooh poor baby
Who would have thought it could happen to you
Poor baby
A pretty face;
the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat
Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet
But the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat
DOING PRETTY GOOD FOR POOR WHITE TRASH
TAX BILL CAME AND KICKED MY ASS
DAMN NEAR WIPED ME OUT
BUT I'LL MAKE IT THROUGH
WELL THE BOTTOM DON'T SEEM TOO
your fruits
Put down that poor moose
Make sure you drink
Your fruit juice
You better eat your fruits
Put down that poor moose
Make sure you drink
Your
others often bathe
Lapping up your lines
While you misbehave
Fade away
Poor pretty thing
Collapse of a shining star
That's what you are
Hanging onto
absent
Cuz now on machines we are dependent
Cuz you don't want to work not one percent
I'm pretty sure that's why you hired your servants
And you're too
He's always alone, wrapped up in his plight
With his hands in his pockets he's walkin' in the night
With his dark eyes lookin'; he's a poor boy
Yo Foxy, shorty yo
Don't let that pretty shit fool you, yo
I didn't pay that bitch
This is for all my ballin' ass bitches
All over worldwide
Poor Howard was a poor boy, poor Howard was a poor boy, poor Howard was a poor boy, poor Howard was a poor boy, praise God, yeah, left me here
Guys like pretty girls in the world (Let's get this know what I mean?)
Women love men with money (Oh shit you got my nigga Carl on this too?)
Lookin' the mirror think it’s safe to say
Better than the man I was yesterday
I don’t give a fuck anymore about the old shit
Tryna grow up, not be poor
You've got time to be bored
You've got money but you want more
A pretty face to ignore
Poor you
Poor you, poor you, poor you, poor you
Are you
(Uh uh uh uh ah
Uh uh I can do the pretty girl rock rock rock
Do the pretty girl rock rock rock
Now what's your name)
My name is Keri, I'm so
crying
"Will you help us, pretty please?"
And I help them, yes, I do
Those poor unfortunate souls
C'mon, let me hold you!
Won't you for keeps?
When you say frog, this poor boy leaps
Pretty girl
Aw, pretty girl!
Well, I got a lot of money and I
And her filled her up with gin
Then he put his arms around her
And gave his moustache a twirl
Poor, poor, poor little country girl
She was once a pretty
find
Now if her daddy's rich
Take her out for a meal
And if her daddy's poor
Then do as you feel
Speedin' down the lane even
Thought the speed
now, sure, Lord, won't take mine
Now don't you hear me talkin' pretty mama?
Taken the poor boy's money; sure, Lord, won't take mine
Taken the poor
Oh Willie, oh Willie, I'm scared of your ways.
Oh Willie, oh Willie, I'm scared of your ways.
I'm scared you will lead my poor body astray.
Pretty
a christian code
A pretty pink rose
And we're living for you my love
We're living for you
And we're dying for you my love
Pretty pink rose
She's the poor
nobody his own
Said, "Johnny come and go with me", poor boy
Johnny come and go with me
John Hardy had a pretty little wife back home
The dress that she
My dear, sweet child,
That's what I do...
It's what I live for.
To help unfortunate merfolk,
Like yourself...
Poor souls with no one else to turn to...
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