Lyrics:
true to you, darlin', in my fashion
Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin', in my way
I enjoy a tender pass
By the boss of Boston, Mass
Though his
persecute you and lie
Though it's hard to take if it's for My sake
You will have reward by and by
The teacher was someone
Like no one that they'd seen
listen to who's talking
'Cause we're not the only ones
The trash collected by the eyes
And dumped into the brain
Said it tears into our conscious
true to you, darlin', in my fashion
Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin', in my way
I enjoy a tender pass
By the boss of Boston, Mass
Though his
'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse
The stockings were hung by the chimney
One evening when the sun was low
My brown eyes whispered, "I must go."
Not one second would she wait.
She kissed my cheek and left my gate.
When first I came to Ireland some pleasure for to find
It's there I spied a damsel fair, 'twas pleasing to my mind
Her rosy cheeks and sparklin'
Do I need your permission to turn the other cheek?
If you can read my mind, why must I speak?
No, I have heard nothing about the man that you seek
back when your foot of pride come down
Ain't no goin' back
Hear ya got a brother named James, don't forget faces or names
Sunken cheeks and his
were small and yellow
And the rumour spread that I was aging fast
Then I ran across a monster who was sleeping
By a tree
And I looked and frowned
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney
When The Bees Are In The Hive - Bill Monroe
(Bryan/Mills)
By the mill stream sits the Miller's pretty daughter
Her cheeks are like the first red
the end that's the mess that scalpels make.
She stalks through the streets cheek by jowl
Cheek by jowl, and an awful scowl
That's a nice new
[uh-huh] (uh-huh)
I'll be gone by daylight [Doubt that] (What?)
And you'll be so full of sorrow [Yeah right]
You'll go tell all your friends [That's right]
won't see me tomorrow [uh-huh] (uh-huh)
I'll be gone by daylight [Doubt that] (What?)
And you'll be so full of sorrow [Yeah right]
You'll go tell all
on his cheek and they go inside
And that truck never moves for an hour or two
Well it's none of my business
One day I called him aside and told him what
fairyland
Our cheeks are nice and rosy
And comfy cozy are we
We're snuggled up together
Like two birds of a feather would be
Let's take the road before us
You dye your hands the color blue
You wash your mouth, you pray for truth
You've seen it all by the grace of God
It's what you've done, it's who
Feel me now
My forefinger flippin' pentagrams
Left hand catch them pix by them peak facin 'south
Pinhole pic of my wingspan jail breakin' doubt
see no need to take me home
I'm old enough to face the dawn
Just call me angel of the morning, (angel)
Just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby
see no need to take me home
I'm old enough to face the dawn
Just call me angel of the morning, (angel)
Just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby
whole life I learned the hard way to spot liars
And it seems like it's usually the ones that's right by ya
Fire!
Jumping up out the tip with pistols
confessin
"Yo, I murdered Steve Austin," now I'm wanted by Bionic Woman
Women bring you more miseries like that movie
Stress go to India, smoke hashish with
and souls we know
We need it we need
We need more than this
Going through this life looking for angels
People passing by looking for angels
Walking down
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