Lyrics:
Just picture a penthouse way up in the sky
With hinges on chimneys for stars to go by
A sweet slice of Heaven for just you and I
When we're alone.
the common
Just to watch them talk
Take Philip Schuyler: the man is loaded
Uh-oh, but little does he know that
His daughters, Peggy, Angelica, Eliza
Sneak into
wock by the way that he talk
Tell my niggaz stay in the streets and stay off the courts
Could have a hundred million dollars, I still stay in New York,
Just picture a penthouse way up in the sky
With hinges on chimneys for stars to go by
A sweet slice of Heaven for just you and I
When we're alone.
Picture a penthouse way up in the sky
With hinges on chimneys for stars to go by
A sweet slice of heaven for just you and I
When we're alone
Just picture a penthouse way up in the sky
With hinges on chimneys for stars to go by
A sweet slice of Heaven for just you and I
When we're alone.
Just picture a penthouse way up in the sky
With hinges on chimneys for stars to go by
A sweet slice of Heaven for just you and I
When we're alone.
ooh
Gardenia talk ooh ooh ooh
Are you just some sweet stranger?
I only met you on the bus to springtime
Now I’m struck by a fantasy
If there’s
really made it happen
They love how I mix that passion and that action
These nighas be all talk (be all talk)
They shol' can't walk that walk (walk that
kin
Don't make me rearrange your chin, make it swollen by the inch hoe
Give me my money, hoe, You think it's funny, hoe
I need the cuddy hoe, do
like Galtymore
Big city strangers pass you by
There is no place on earth like home sweet home
And out of sight's not out of mind
I'm livin' here
livin' dangerously
Talk to me, baby
I'm goin' blind from this sweet-sweet cravin', whoa-oh
Let's lose our minds and go fuckin' crazy
I-I-I-I-I-I
You walked by me
Whisperin' you love me
When I tried to hold you tight
You pulled away
But you wanted me to stay
Instead you ran away
Baby, talk
I was born in the south, with a twang in my mouth,
where the honeysuckle wind did blow
The older I get by the day I just miss how simple it was,
the freaks (let's go)
You can spot us out of town by the way that we walk
The way that we talk, cocky, the state of New York (that's right)
Hot now top down
minutes to change history
Like a gambler who throws in
A bad hand at cards
The twin towers they give in to their fate
They fall one by one, floor by floor
this shit for life
Then this life is not for you
Got a lot I gotta do
Need a crib a lot of views
By the seaside
Beach Vibe
Hear the waves crashin’
Make
be your fantasy
Oh, when you walk by every night
Talking sweet and looking fine
I get kind of hectic inside
Mmm, baby, I'm so into you
Darling,
salvation
From the salivating demarcation
Of Columbian incarnation
Of the patron saint of palliation
Her milk framed and rose satin
Untamed by the silk
Just picture a penthouse way up in the sky
With hinges on chimneys for stars to go by
A sweet slice of Heaven for just you and I
When we're alone.
Just picture a penthouse way up in the sky
With hinges on chimneys for stars to go by
A sweet slice of Heaven for just you and I
When we're alone.
Picture a penthouse way up in the sky
With hinges on chimneys for stars to go by
A sweet slice of heaven for just you and I
When we're alone
You walked by me
Whispering you love me
When I tried to hold you tight
You pulled away but you wanted me to stay
Instead you ran away
Baby, talk to me
Just picture a penthouse way up in the sky
With hinges on chimneys, for stars to go by
A sweet slice of Heaven, for just you and I
When we're
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