Lyrics:
Oh, the glory of true love
Is a wild and precious thing
It don't grow on old magnolias
Or only blossom in the spring
No, the glory of true love
But I don't mind it
That's how I want to be
As long as you agree
To stay old fashioned with me
I'm old fashioned
But I don't mind it
That's how
One way to rock
I've heard it called by different names all over the world, but it's all the
Same there's so many ways to make love a million ways
out the muhfuckin' room
'Cause they don't fuckin'
I'd like to propose a toast
I said toast, motherfucker
And I am
(Here's to the Roc)
And they
MacGregors 'cause they were new
St. Vincent de Paul, those Pony's were used, and no size fitted
But kissed them old days, adios, I did it
They said I was
Torturing rats with a hack-saw
And pulling the wings off of flies
Those were the good old days
Those were the good old days
The years go by but
By Paul McCartney
PRIVATE PROPERTY,
DON'T RUN OFF WITH IT,
YOU'LL BE BREAKING THE LAW.
LOVE MONOPOLY,
MY PHILOSOPHY,
DON'T GO FOOLING WITH PRIVATE
Man, oh my God
She Uber to a nigga with no car
Talking about the relish, I do not embellish
Jacket got wings, True's got propellers
Gave all my old
water keeps rollin' on past just the same
Old black water, keep on rollin'
Mississippi moon, won't you keep on shinin' on me?
Old black water, keep
I used to
This old man don't run no more
You used to talk
And I used to nod
I don't listen
But I hear a lot
Don't believe for a second
That my key
I grow sick and tired of the same old lies
Might look a little young
So what's wrong?
You don't have to be old to be wise
No, I don't care that
worn out suit and shoes
I don't pay no union dues
I smoke old stogies I have found
Short, but not too big around
I'm a man of means by no means
King
Dem just like a snail
Dem a try fi follow back di don
And now dem just lose di trail
Pounds by maself a smoke
Pounds by maself a smoke
Pounds bypounds,
Don't call pretty Peggy, she can't hear you no more
Don't leave no message 'round her back door
They say the old laughin' lady been here before
dock
Standing in the river on an old flint rock
Clouds roll by
She get me high
Don't nobody block my view
Hell you can find a spot and watch too
Watch
lets me in
I don't know where I stop and you begin
You give me that old time feeling
In the early morning walking, I have you by my side
Dear Paul oh my old friend
I always liked you but you always liked to go
I loved you from the classroom window
But you were busy making girls like me
I grow sick and tired of the same old lies
Might look a little young
So what's wrong?
You don't have to be old to be wise
No, I don't care that
water keeps rollin' on past just the same
Old black water, keep on rollin'
Mississippi moon, won't you keep on shinin' on me?
Old black water, keep
peculiar
Looking gentlemen who goes by the name of mr.
Paul Crusoe, on the dodgy subject of are there
Or are there not flying saucers or... ahem, UFO's.
Time goes by
Everything else keeps changing
You and I
We get continued next week
Most friends fade
Or they don't make the grade
New ones are
coyote town
And the interstate rumbles like a river that runs
To a rhythm that don't ever slow down
As cars and trucks and time pass by that old
in the old oak tree
That's old fashioned, that's the way love should be
We enjoy sitting side by side
In the booth in the ice cream parlor
Where
Like someone drowning I reach for a straw
Grasping for love where there's no love at all
Slowly I'm sinking as time drags by and sometimes an old
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