Lyrics:
I know I'm worth more than just the pretty things
And that's alright by me
So won't you go on and marry that lady
Wears Louis Vuitton
Drives
Knows some guys who know some Latin Kings
Right now, that seems like it's pretty much the only thing
We're baby birds with broken wings and we sing
be a fuck up
But I wanna do splendid things
I mean I want somebody to remember me
And maybe drive me around in a limousine
I'm just joking, I rather
concerned
I’ve been tempted by the apple of seduction
But all the while I’ve held restraint
If you don’t come around and prove why you’re my lover
I’ll have
a motherfucker come and blow my high
I've been sticking to the simple shit I know I like
Every stupid thing I did could just blow right by
Got a pretty little
and the weight's too much
I forgot I'm just a human, it's all a dream
I'm 21, almost 22
Thinking bout all the things I'm supposed to do by now
But I can't really
When I insist on sitting down she yells
Get up, get up up up up
She got me on a string
'Cause she's such a pretty thing
When I fell for her I
the best"
Yeah the maker says
We're feeling posed and sweet
Good thinking, over think it
And things are looking pretty great
Walking backwards
There is something on your mind
By the way you look at me
Something on your mind, oh, honey
By the way you look at me
Can what you're thinking
By Maggie, Terre and Suzzy Roche
Face down at Folk City
When you came in here your were looking so pretty
With your dracula cape and your bat what
terro tin in.
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Submitted by Zodiac
NIGHT GOAT:
She wants my way to feel
Don't ya
Don't you change a thing
Don't ya. Don't ya
Oh no, no
Mesmerised by your pretty brown eyes
Took a trip down into your thighs
It's flawless,
I found a woman
I felt a true love
She was everything
I'd ever been dreaming of
But she was bad, I didn't know it
Her pretty smile never did
and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the party begin
(Whachu doin?) Nothing chillin at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps
and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the party begin
(Whachu doin?) Nothing chillin at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps
that need to be thrown
Into some shitty horror movie with a
Slight romantic tone
Things are getting pretty scary
You're in my head I can't think clearly
What a poor thing
Feet bound back ribbons for a ring
Wander a minute, over the hills is a couple of cynics
Chill by the lake, you know it's fate,
I'm gonna rap
What do you think?
Go and collab
Better things
I know you slap
But not in the ring
They tryna back that
Stop with these things
I do
pretend, the ones that pack pistols by they waist men
Cristal by the case men, still in they mother's basement
The pretty face men claiming that they be
twenty-five words
And uh, I couldn't do it, I wrote out five pages
And uh, I have it here
It's uh, have it by accident, actually, ha
But-but I, I-I'd like
By Tommy Boyce and Bobby Hart
I've been standing on the corner all day
Tryin' to think of little things to say
'Cause she walks by ev'ry day about
You so my type my taste
Come slide got no time to waste
If you feelin me then say sumn
I see it in your face
Pretty vibe you so contag
My bad cause I
I go by Laydee V
It's one thing to be a lady, but it's another thing to be Vee
Let me tell you bout me
Let tell you let me tell you let me tell you
oh
Baby girl you’re so pretty
A pretty young thing come and fall in my art
She ain’t need anything to put a spell on my heart
Baby be balling
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