Lyrics:
my space.
You got a song with no soul,
No truth no love.
Because the music sucks,
That's why little kids blow up.
Everybody needs a gun,
Ha ha, ah yeah
Got it going on like a big old fat high hard-on, yeah (hoo-wee)
Black Sheep in the house
Sweet daddy Mr. Lawnge in the house
My
lightly, and watch who you're lovin'
By mother the mountain
I swear that it's true
Love not a woman with hair black as midnight
And her dress made
and the love of family
Ruled in the community
The songs you sing
Lift you up to heaven
A heaven we can believe in
Everybody's talkin' about hard times
Duet by Linda Ronstadt and James Taylor
written by Rose Marie McCoy, Sylvia McKinney
© 1961 Ben-Ghazi Enterprises Inc (BMI)
Darling, been
tonight (uh uh)
'cause everybody's making trouble
Someone's burst their bubble
But we'll be getting by alright (uh uh uh)
Sooner or later this
mother too
I love you, honey
Imagine how my daddy felt
In your jet black suspender belt
Seventeen years old,
He's trudging sixty four
You got legs right
a fancy car for the whole town to see
Well now everybody's watching now and I guess you finally got your dream
You're riding in one of them long black
Everybody wants a light black girl
Won't matter how you love take a light black girl
Searching for identity light black girl
Looking for the traits
black, I'm black
Black Code
Read your Black Code
Read your Black Code
Read your Black Code
It's for everybody
Read your Black Code
Read your Black
Her head rolls back and forth
Against the billows of her long black shiny hair
As she contemplates the ecstasy
Of some other love that now she wished
Ain't no need in me lying about it 'cause everybody knows the truth
I passed my share of Ole Jack and Jim Beam, white lightnin' and mountain dew
I've
Born to Cuban descendants
Young, Black, cool, independent
And everybody likes to call
Her Harlem's Rose
I fell in love from the first glance
She was
watch as you ride by
A chauffeur at the wheel dressed up so fine
I'll never love another my heart and all my dreams
Are with you in that long black
of the police (I love myself)
Uh, illuminated by the hand of God, boy, don't seem shy (I love myself)
One day at a time, huh
They wanna say it's a war
(8 by 10, 8 by 10)
All that's left of our old love now is just your picture, 8 by 10.
(A souvenir of things that might have been)
(My lonely
smiled upon the crowd
Their music being born of love
Children danced night and day
Religion was being born
Down in Monterey
The Byrds
so close to the lips that I love
I am glad that I've at least got your picture to hold
But sometimes it's just not enough
(Eight by ten eight by ten)
shell
A lonely cell in which
An empty heart must dwell
What kind of lips are these
That lied with every kiss
That whispered empty words of love
Jesus loves the little children, all the little children of the world
Red and yellow, black and white, they are precious in his sight
Jesus loves
are so painful
No words for them exist
And everyone was solemn
As they laid her in the dirt
I stood trembling by her graveside
With everybody
can save me any day
What you gonna do?
Everybody love a hero, honey
Living on a danger line
Saved by, saved in the nick of time
I was saved in
Weezy by here
And I love to see you do so
I love my coupe blow on them deuce-o's
I love a cute ho and you probably love her all right, girl
He
Once upon a time, there was a little black girl
In the Brewster Projects of Detroit, Michigan
At fifteen, she was spotted by an Ebony Fashion Fair
.jpg/220px-Everybody_else_is_doing_it_so_why_can't_we_(album_cover).jpg "Everybody Else")
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