Lyrics:
One, two, three
Four, five, six
Seven, eight, nine
Ten, eleven, twelve
Ladybugs
Came to the ladybugs' picnic
One, two, three
Four, five, six
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9
It's the ten wife commandments
I wrote me a manual
A step-by-step booklet for you to get
It's the ten wife commandments
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9
It's the ten wife commandments
I wrote me a manual
A step-by-step booklet for you to get
It's the ten wife
enthusiasm was infectious
He bought us football boots for Christmas
Our dad was a Scotsman and a plumber by trade
I remember one time being three down
made
And now the final frame
Love is a losing game
Played out by the band
Love is a losing hand
More than I could stand
Love is a losing hand
root for the home team,
If they don't win it's a shame.
For it's one, two, three strikes, you're out,
At the old ball game."
they don't win it's a shame.
For it's 1,2,3 strikes you're out
At the old ball game!''
Nelly Kelly was sure some fan,
She would root just like any man,
see dark eyed Michael
With his dark eyed bride
Those three are on my mind
And three proud mothers
Weeping side by side
Those three are on my mind
But
Love is like something special
Compared to none, it's pure celestial
The game of love and life is here to stay
Day by day, your heart will find
feel
No time ever seems right, to talk about the reasons why you and I fight
It's high time to draw the line, put an end to this game, before it's too
made
And now the final frame
Love is a losing game
Played out by the band
Love is a losing hand
More than I could stand
Love is a losing hand
Nothing to lose
I like to my play my own game, game, game
My own game, game, game
Nothing to lose, lose, lose
One, two, three, whoop!
Nothing to lose
and have not
Go cat go
Let the legend grow
Game it like you game it
Better let em all know
One for the chiza
Two for the flow
Three to get
The name of the game
It's not about money, not about fame
You are what you are
That's the name of the game
Hook your feelings up to a power
time to slow it down
October 21st, Lavelle came to the world
Followed by three more boys and then a baby girl
Momma loved me, T.T. Uncle Jay
Loves
Another day the same shit
Punk-ass C.O.'s on a nigga dick
Got me up at three o'clock cookin eggs n' grits
I'm a G from C.P. I can't take the shit
Tryin
brother,lay it down
It's so hard to lay it down
[Verse 3:]
Hide in me,confide in me
Don't you think it's time to be
Everything we tried to be
You and me
know it was the hottest part of the day
And I took the horses up to the stall
Went to the barroom, ordered drinks for all
Three days in the saddle,
Riding on the city of New Orleans
Illinois Central, Monday morning rail
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders
Three conductors and twenty-five
nothin'
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
You were just playin' a game
Every day and every night
I stay by the phone
Never go no place so
I fuck three best friends
Ran on all three the same game
In these streets I'm a murderer
I got three alias names
I'm three times insane
Three
And solitaire's the only game in town
And every road that takes him, takes him down
And by himself, it's easy to pretend
He'll never love again
And keeping
Hammer fly, you can't touch
J's so fly I should work at Flight Club
Put on my J's and dance the whole night away
I'm naughty by nature like I'm
And solitaire's the only game in town
And every road that takes him, takes him down
And by himself, it's easy to pretend
He'll never love again
And keeping
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