Lyrics:
know you've got your own version of the truth
There's only three things left now I can do
Deny, deny, deny
Well I was allegedly dropped
By a truck
the stars go
Write your name on the fogged up window
Throw your feet on the dash, girl you know I'm cool with that
And it's Tom Petty Free Fall by midnight
Don't hurt me none, don't hurt my pride
'Cause I got my little lady right by my side
She's a-tryin' to hide
Pretendin' she don't know me
I's out
and I'm callin'
I'm shakin' and I'm fallin'
Oh, little darlin'
I wonder when those sweet dreams
Will come
There's a hole in the sky
That was made by
on Friday
You buys a little something for yourself
And the van that comes around weekends
Selling fancy city things
Sold by the man in the trilby hat
goin' on in your parents' bedrooms
Sometimes I wanna get on TV and just let loose
But can't, but it's cool for Tom Green to hump a dead moose
"My bum
the little things
It’s those little little little little things
It’s those little little little little things
Little little things
It’s those little things
was.
Thanks for the memory
Of Schubert's Serenade,
Little things of jade
And traffic jams
And anagrams
And bills we never paid,
How lovely it
slumber?
Did you steal those things right off of the line?
Hold your horses, that's something of mine
That little blue number, little blue number
Little
Our high school days were all about prepping
In various ways I can picture Bob schlepping
Played a little football but he didn't go far
Did all
Bobby baby...
Bobby bubi...
Angel, I've got something to tell you Bob...
Rob-O...
Robby, love...
Bobby, honey...
Bobby, we've been
Just one big fat mother brick house
So impressed to find those breasts
A little, a little, a little (More for the Bone)
She likes whips and chains
a branding iron some are heard to say;
Play, let the blind man play
Maybe you'll be around another day
Dreamin' about those little things you know you'll
Buss it off with alcohol
Give me a little taste of those fumes
I need a little boost
I tell you the sweet things in life
How am I going
a branding iron some are heard to say
Play, let the blind man play
Maybe you'll be around another day
Dreamin' about those little things you know you'll
unless, we get a little bit
And then you see things
The size of which you've never known before
They'll break it
Someday, only child know
Them
your jewels
You can keep the color TV, those soaps just make me sick
All I'm asking you leave me, is my little red joystick
My red joystick, my red
Napoleon murphy brock (vocals)
Bob harris (vocals)
Johnny "guitar" watson (vocals)
Thing-fish:
Welcome to the quentin robert de nameland video chapel
remember every little thing
Almost your heart I did possess
Almost you brought me happiness
My dreams just won't come true
And there's nothing I can do
Just off of the beaten path
A little dot on a state road map
That's where I was born and where I'll die
Things move at a slower pace
Nobody's in
'cause you ain't tainted by fame
And you still they little secret
That's the type of bullshit that they frequent
From 19, to 2019, been murderin' this
mood
I can't resist these little silly things
I do can't rule my heart anymore
If I can't hold your hand in mine once again
And have those
(Did you hear?)
This poor little child was only nine years of age
When mother and dad went away
Still she bravely worked
At the one thing she knew
(Did you hear?)
This poor little child was only nine years of age
When mother and dad went away
Still she bravely worked
At the one thing she knew
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