Lyrics:
for a job
But I get no offers
Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue
I do declare there were times when I was so lonesome
I took some
a garden
Or on a crowded avenue
You are here and so am I
Maybe millions of people go by
But they all dissappear from view
And I only have eyes for you
The rain poured down the wind swept avenue
On another dark wet December afternoon
All my cherished memories are of you
All my warmth and comfort
a garden
Or on a crowded avenue
You are here and so am I
Maybe millions of people go by
But they all disappear from view
And I only have eyes for you
have eyes for you.
I don't know if we're in a garden
Or on a crowded avenue
You are here, so am I
Maybe millions of people go by
But they all
have eyes for you.
I don't know if we're in a garden
Or on a crowded avenue
You are here, so am I
Maybe millions of people go by
But they all
ear
If I were the clearer of the two
We could take a walk into the
Canyons of Fifth avenue
Sing and dance, just to name a few
All I do
the places only they would know
Asking only workman's wages
I come looking for a job but I get no offers
Just a come on from the whores on Seventh Avenue
Street
In July
Sweet pushcarts gently gliding by
The great big city's a wondrous toy
Just made for a girl and boy
We'll turn Manhattan
Into an isle
a garden
Or on a crowded avenue
You are here and so am I
Maybe millions of people go by
But they all disappear from view
And I only have eyes for you
when you hear the trucks roll up
On Cleveland Avenue made plays at the Kroger
Came up on cold cuts
Heart got a hole in it
Bank got a roll in it
the morning sun
Ruins of another country
Day has just begun
Blown by the desert breeze
No memory of trees
No mercy from the sky
No avenue to try
In the quiet
(dear lord)
I don't want to stand here
All night in this bar
(no shit!)
I don't want to stand here
All night in this bar!
By two o'clock,
siedemnaście
Zajebałem drogocenny transport
Kiedy wsiadam do pociągu lub tramwaju
Nie pozwalam by kto za mną stanął
Nie o nie o nie o nie
Nie ma bata nie ma
drive by
On the corner hustling, roses and bean pies
N***** think they wavy but ain’t gotta surf board
Live from the West where we quake the earth’s core
mommy
Now im riding by myself, man me and my bro tommy
Man i thank God, that we made it out the trap
Im talking real life only speaking on these facts
Mmm, Ayy
Yeah, Ayy
I go by Lena
New to the game nice to meet you
I'm in a new season
I like my chicken with seasoning
I'm Black and Filipina
I
Streets Raised Me, Streets Made Me
No fasad, no flaw
Dat legendary War Ready shit,ready for war
Ol 98 Slim type, Give It 2'em Raw
N I'm doing just
inside
And it cuts like a knife
She's out of my life
Originally recorded by Michael Jackson and by 98 Degrees.
Performed in S Club Party 2001 by Jon Lee.
THC
Tryna ball like I’m Russell
Tryna ball like I’m Russell
[00:12.94]Do it by myself don’t mean to pop ya bubble
Tryna ball like I’m
imma save my cash
See the bartender I want me a glass but imma 98 baby so the shit won't pass,
Feeling like I'm chilling at a propane plant by the way
I feel like I'm all alone
Don't got no one by my side
Don't feel you there no more
I'm losing touch I can't feel
I see you but nothing's real
All Out Of Love
by Jagged Edge
Album :
Submitted by : bAbY AdOrkAbLe
Corrected by : Frooty
Rated : 9.8 (114 votes)
I'm lying alone with my head
å bygge et navn
Du tror det bare e tall, men det e ekte som faen
Det går 9800 VADSØ e ikke en stor by, men Vadsø e det beste
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