Lyrics:
You say love is just a gamble, babe
And every loser loves a three, yeah
Said our love is a gamble baby
And every loser loves a three
Well, if
Down by the station, ALL-ABOARD!
Early in the morning, TWEET-TWEET
See the little pufferbellies, CH-CH-CH-CH
All in a row, ONE TWO THREE FOUR!
Oh, baby, you don't get turned on by the radio
Oh, baby, you got nothing to play on your stereo
"Why don't the Beatles get back together?"
"Why
rosy?
Side by side
(SARAH, spoken)
He's such a cutie!
Isn't he a cutie?!
By side
Ports in a storm
Comfy and cosy
Side by side
He never loses
hopes and everyone's
Anyone worth a minute of your time
When unhampered by the agents,
Of the governors of the faceless so opaque,
As bare tree's
Navigation lights, on
Strobes, on
Confirm three-eight-echo ready for departure
Hello again, this is now 129.4
129.4, it's to go
You may commence your
tonight when I reached out for you
You close your eyes and call me by his name
I think it's time I let you know the way I feel
Something's gotta change
You know by now the Lord lays hard trails
When you see that man outside in the bucketing rain
You picture it in your cozy home.
You think you've
Keep three shooters like the Mavericks
Short to the point like Nash is, fucking wit a savage
Niggas press they luck, get bucked like ashes
Three piece
Once a jolly Swagman, camped by a Billabong
Under the shade of a Coolibah tree
And he sang as he watched and waited till his Billy boiled
You'll
One, two, three, four
Five, six, seven, eight
At the first, a crimson mist
At the second, sleeplessness
At the third, a broken tryst
Keep three shooters like the Mavericks
Short to the point like Nash is, fucking wit a savage
Niggas press they luck, get bucked like ashes
Three piece
control
Destroy it if I want
So I sing Sahlo Folina
Sahlo Folina
(Wait, what? Wait, what?)
(Wait, what? Wait, what?)
Earned my stripes, three
till quarter to three
Would you lock the door
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-four
You'll be older too
And if you
there be?
My three, Mase Pos and Me
And that's the magic number
(What does it all mean?)
Focus is formed by flaunts to the soul
Souls who flaunt
Surrounded by the angels of God
Step to the realm where evil reigns
We are soldiers prepared for war
With the power to speak his name
Satan with his legion
Mmmm mmm
Mmm mm
Yeahhhh yeh
Mmmm mm
KO
Eh
So many things I face, nti me wahaaa 3y3 by grace
Life short o dabro make I enjoy my days
Last year medcfo
crossed the ocean
They now begin to pour
Out from the boat and up the shore
Two by two they enter the jungle
And soon they number more
Three by three
to help you up
Are you the man you thought you'd be by the time that you turned thirty-three?
Are you still a bullet in your daddy's gun?
Don't forget
I always loved my baby
I always kiss my baby
I's always taken by his charms
I never hurt my baby
I never beat my baby
I never did him any harm
company, two's a crowd
And three's a party
Ya girl ain't with it, I got somebody (haha)
And by nature she's naughty (wooh)
Now gimme that sweet, that
the train blow
Write me a letter send it by mail
Send it in care of the Birmingham jail
(Write me a letter containing three lines)
Answer my question will
the motor running and parked by the door
Yeah, I was foolish and wild
She was classic and regal
We were fresh out of school
Both barely legal
We were
One, two, one, two, three
Come on baby
Oh oh oh
Well if you wanna see other guys
Baby, I could let it slide
You want a lover, you want
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