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Of cops, dyin in L. A.
Yo, I got somethin to say.
Fuck the police,
Comon! Off, What?
Fuck the police,
Yeah!
Comon!
Fuck tha police,
Yeah.
Fuck The police,
Sydney
The famous Sydney FC
We're from the Harbour city
The boys in blue from Moore Park Road
We follow, We follow our Sydney F to the C
And that's
threw herself in Willie Moore's arms
As often she'd done before
And little did he think when he left her that night
Sweet Annie he would see no more
Baby just stay
I need L. O. V. E
I see why you tried to say no more
I can't seem to get my head up off the floor
But every time I see your face it all
cookie
When you see me better cross the street Frogger
Then go home and write about it blogger
Did I do that? Urkel
Yo Angela, who's The Boss? Merkel
(Woo woo woo woo woo)
(Woo woo woo woo woo woo) baby I'm in love with you
Hello hello 눈이 마주치면
L. O. L. O. V. E 나는 말해
멜로 멜로 우린 L. O. L. O. V. E.
ch. ch, apple. c ch. ch, ah, ah. cnt ah, ah. cnt b. Ba ba. B, b. Bugs, bugs. See. C c c cat. C c c cat. C. C c c crane. C c c crane. D. D d d d doll.
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Of that isle of hope and tears,
Was Annie Moore from Ireland
Who was all of fifteen years.
Isle of hope, isle of tears,
Isle of freedom, isle
that really ever could
Feed, that hunger, I crave it
I love it, I gave it
I shove it in a battery and save it for later
A waiter in the Dorothy C.
à l'aurore
Et l'aurore nous guide en chemin
L'aventure c'est le trésor
Que l'on découvre à chaque matin
Pour Martin c'est le fer sur l'enclume
Pour
the Dorothy C. Pavilion in '89
I met some weirdoes and had myself a real good time
Downtown L.A. is a soul graveyard
Where you got to be hard or get jacked
balls the next time I'm in Houston.
I really enjoy PFIQ,
Someday I hope to visit L.A. and meet you.
Bob C.
2221-DCM
Dear PFIQ
Dear PFIQ friends
Dear Jim
boys)
They hate to see me boy winnin' boy (yeah)
I need more like I'm fuckin' Demi boy (Demi moore)
I got so much money boy (Money Boy)
Please tell
Avant l'heure
C'est pas l'heure
Après l'heure
C'est plus l'heure
Je l'ai rencontré un peu trop tard
Il avait déjà vu Germaine
Il m'a aimée
You can see it in the weather
Out of tune with mama nature
What you do comes back to you
we're not alone
We're not alone
We're not alone
We're not
jaw, and my sweaty L. Ron Hubbard upper lip and all I could think was: "I hope Uncle Martin here doesn't notice that I pissed my fuckin' pants."
So
Mary Tyler Moore of that new power soul
Comin' from the Midwest passin' every test with a fuzz tone remote control
[Chorus: x 2]
(Yeah)
(Come
l'épaule Sud
C'est son attitude
Mister Iceberg aime l'amour on the rocks
Mister Iceberg aime les petites filles en socks
you
Turns your life
Come true once moore
Once moore
I watching over the city
You can see the
Morning glory
Glory
And peope are
Driving the cars
i surfing on the right cloud today
see the world
i surfing on the cloud everyday
like today
and i see the light from the sun in my eyes
and an angel
the root of all evil
If it could take my whole family out to Rio
No more repo with a D-Bo, just speedboats, jewelry all gold
Call me C. 3. P. O.
Smoke so
l'baba
Ils nous coupent le courant
On l'a dans l'beb'
Et c'est jamais qu'une habitude
Mais, on l'aura not' paradis
Ouais les problèmes sont d' l
L. Jackson I think it's time for killing
I touched his wife titty and the nigga start tripping
That ain't proper etiquette you see the bitch
the King
So if they come sideways
He'll make the shoulder lean
L. A. C. E. P. O. E. T
I. C. me pop out that 3-D
Faith plus works I move that speed
I want
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