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You don't strike me as the type to be callous But your words seem so obtuse But then again I know you feel guilty And you tell me you want me again
my uncle Alchemist puff I strike a birdie on 'em, while I hit your mouth with the club I wake up early on 'em, gettin' out the house is a must It's
way she ran to the corner saloon To save her poor father from shame Dear father dear father come home with me now The clock in the steeple strikes two
the perfect combination of the right power chords And the precise angel from which to strike! The guitar bled for about a week afterwords And the blood was
I'm a shit stain on the underwear of life What's the saying? Where there's thunder there's lightening And they say that it never strikes twice in
where me and Carla carved our names With a pocket knife But I like our love it burned down with a lighting strike [Chorus] Why does everybody say
What's up, babe? Bye, bye, boredom Strike 3
They used to call me lightening I was always quick to strike Had everything I own In the saddles on my bike I had a reputation For never staying very
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la Strike the harp and join the chorus. Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la Follow me in merry measure. Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la While
lightning strike And I bottled it up, we hit the red carpet and modeled it up We hopped in the 'Rari and Prada'd it up Now everybody clapping, they bravo'd
To use what learning I've got. I won't waste any time, I'll strike while the iron is hot. If they asked me, I could write a book About the way you
to love Just squeeze me or baby you gonna freeze me When the iron is hot strike it Hold me I like it I like it Don't want a man to sit there
on to organize.' Joe Hill ain't dead, he says to me Joe Hill ain't never died Where working man are out on strike Joe Hill is at their side Joe Hill is
To use what learning I've got. I won't waste any time, I'll strike while the iron is hot. If they asked me, I could write a book About the way you
jack, dope dick Pawn shop, quick pick Kiss that dyke, I know you want to hold one Not on strike but I'm about to bowl one Bite that mic, I know you
Off in the distance, the game's dragging on, There's strikes on the batter, some runners are on. I don't know the inning, I've forgotten the score.
Cadillac I had a fine fox in front, I had three more in the back They sportin' short dresses, wearin' spike-heel shoes They smokin' Lucky Strikes
Ain't no different from a block that's hitting Gotta get it while the getting's good Gotta strike while the iron's hot, before you stop Then you gotta
bound to stay behind. The weather is against me and the wind blows hard and the rain, she's a-turnin' into hail, But I still might strike it lucky
you And it's all over now baby blue Well, strike another match Yeah, go start new, go start new 'Cause it's all over now, baby blue Hey, hey, yeah
a soap opera, on the curb Watchin' the ghetto bird helicopters, I observe So many niggas gettin' three strikes, tossed in jail I swear the pen'
with the deadly bite Quick is the blue tongue, forked as lighting strike Shining with brightness, always on surveillance The eyes, they never
the three strikes law is drastic And certain death for us ghetto bastards What can we do when we're arrested, but open fire Life in the pen ain't for me,
and ready to strike She doesn't know what to do for a second But then, she jumps off the edge, me holding on Above the hills, higher than eagles were
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