Lyrics:
even seen
Behind the dash, in Mary's crumpled up machine
A little match box circled by a rubber band
And inside, the ring from Walter Browning's
and wary
You steal a kiss then you steal a hug
And then, woah mary
Mary had a little lamb
But that was long ago
Now I go where mary goes
No lamb could love
As I walk down the road
I sit up some
The lambs were coming homeward one by one
I heard a sheepbell softly calling them
Along the little road
Mary had a little baby
Wrapped in swaddling clothes
Every time the little baby cried
She'd rock him in a weary land
Ain't that a-rockin' all night
to be a rascal?
Oh, the boy's a slag, the best you ever had
The best you ever had is just a memory and those dreams
Weren't as daft as they seem, not
found a little nook
In a stable all forlorn
And in a manger cold and dark
Mary's little Boy Child was born
Trumpets sound and angels sing
Listen to what
never had, tell no lies
Carry on and write a song that says it all and shows it off 'fore you die
Take a little breath before you catch an early death,
will live forever more)
Because of Christmas Day
Mary's boy child Jesus Christ
Was born on Christmas Day
While shepherds watch their flock by
shoes
Now, at a honky tonk party just the other night
Fannie got jealous, a little girl started a fight
Because I was dancin' with Mary-Lou
I had
Can't forget my tambourine boy want a minute
This is a folk tune nad it's called Little Liza Jane
We get some rhythm started here and see what happens
a babe
To the highest Stuart of all
Oh rise, arise Mary Hamilton
Arise and tell to me
What thou hast done with thy wee babe
I saw and heard weep by thee
I
the devastation
And unification of the thugs in the middle of the map
These niggas finna snap
Spit it for niggas that bit it
Then give them the business they
Cab driver, drive by Mary's place
I like to have a chance to see her face
Please don't stop the meter, let it race
Cab driver, drive by
the charming Mary from Canoga Park
Up next in her bid for the semi-finals
Hi, Mary how'ya doin'?
(Having been fucked senseless by the
Boys in the crew
MARY does
money goes
They picked out a home and called it "Holiday House"
Their parties were tasteful, if a little loud
The doctor had told him to settle down
Oh yeah
Come on
Woo
Huh
I had a friend was a big baseball player
Back in high school
He could throw that speedball by you
Make you look like
of this little punk
Forgot my key and had to ring my bell
My momma came dressed, she said, "Who the hell?"
Wait momma, wait, it's me ya little son
them things that you got
Them dirty boys turn your poundcake to red velvet
How can you measure a nigga by multiple figures he may got, got, got
Had
to live by someone else's rule
And he went to confession
He went to confession
Holy Father, wash my sins away
He went to confession
He went
and wondered
As though they had been struck by thunder
And they decided as they wondered
That all mankind must come undone
Little boy how old are you?
Little
It's an old familiar story of a boy and a girl
And a love that went wrong from the start
How Bobby he loved Mary and she thought she loved him
Boys and girls, let me tell you a little story
About my friend Mary and her lamb from New Orleans
You might know this song, and it goes a little
Miss Mary Jane got a house in Baltimore
I've been all around the world, boys
Now I'm trying to get to Heaven before they close the door
Gonna sleep down
Long time ago in Bethlehem, so the Holy Bible says,
Mary's boy child Jesus Christ, was born on Christmas Day.
Hark, now hear the angels sing,
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