Lyrics:
a hutch for nine new weeks
The audience is waiting
Its audience is waiting
Its audience is waiting
Its audience is waiting
And it will catch my toes
It will
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Guy In
Children go where I send you,
How shall I send you?
I'm gonna send you one by one,
One for the little biddy baby, was born, born, born in
And now, the all-american Jazz band goes into action for our all-American audience!
Vocal star Bille Holliday
Supported by Roy Eldridge leads
sends messages)
(Of hope and we need it right now)
(This song is definitely reprehensive of that)
(It was written by Charlie Chaplin)
(And, uh, for
of every year
Help me seize the moment now
And make the music last.
'Cause every melody is a symphony
For an audience of one.
That's when I realize
I
One two three four
If you see me walking down the street
And I start to cry
Walk on by
Walk on by
Foolish pride
I break down and cry
Cry
One by one, they followed the sun,
One by one, until there were none.
Two by two, to their lovers they flew,
Two by two, into the foggy dew.
don't care if you C. Delores Tuck-it
Or you Bill O'Reilly, you only ryling me up
For three years, they had me peeing out of a cup
Now they 'bout
a suicidal terrorist
React like an infant whenever you are mentioned
Mind over matter never worked for my nemesis
I'm in the matter of man arm wrestlin'
Suicide, suicide, one, two, three
Maybe these drugs are addicted to me
Can you hear me in there?
Is there anyone there?
Keep your dyslexia next
and boosters embrace me and the music I be making
I dumb down for my audience and double my dollars
They criticize me for it yet they all yell "Holla"
If
and boosters embrace me and the music I be making
I dumb down for my audience and double my dollars
They criticize me for it yet they all yell "Holla"
If
don't care if you C. Delores Tuck-it
Or you Bill O'Reilly, you only ryling me up
For three years, they had me peeing out of a cup
Now they 'bout
want to stay
Till there's no one else around?
In the audience
Watching the show
With a paper in his hand
(In his hand, in his hand)
Some important
other words for a couple of minutes
It's all yours guysand gals
Maybe? The name of this song is
"The Black Page No 2, "
Okay? One, two, three, four!
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
Round trip, flight to LaGuardia
Nobody dodge when we walk through the audience
Dolo, with more dough to blow though
For sure though, slide one deep in
were you and me right here
They're showing off for us, I don't wanna forget it
I wanna memorize you, wanna stay here forever
'Cause I-I-I, I-I-I
I
Round trip, flight to LaGuardia
Nobody dodge when we walk through the audience
Dolo, with more dough to blow though
For sure though, slide one deep in
Three coins in a fountain
Each one seeking happiness
Thrown by three hopeful lovers
Which one will the fountain bless?
Three hearts in
The electric sheep are dreaming of your face
Enjoy you from the chemical
Comfort of America
Come one, come all
Into 1984
Yeah, three, two, one
Lights,
Children go where I send you,
How shall I send you?
I'm gonna send you one by one,
One for the little biddy baby, was born, born, born in
Living on a lighted stage
Approaches the unreal
For those who think and feel
In touch with some reality
Beyond the gilded cage
Cast in this
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