Lyrics:
on the way to you
I can't wait to see your pretty smile, oh wow
Laying home in bed waiting for you can't wait for you to be by my side all night
I been laying
In Yarmouth town there lived a man
He kept a little tavern down by the Strand
And the landlord had a daughter fair
A pretty little thing with
this pretty fair maid
And a gentlemen passing us by
Oh I knew she meant the undoing of him
By the look in her roguish black eyes
A gold watch she stole
There I go, there I go, there I go, there I go
Pretty baby you are the soul that snaps my control
It's a funny thing but every time I'm near you
I
Dreaming of the pretty things
Don't be too surprised
When the telephone rings
I'll be sitting here
Waiting for the other shoe to drop
I'll be sitting
me
What you needin My poc getting pretty
Am finnnnee Am fine by the way you
Know my fuckin pocket's fckin pretty
By the way I never take the pain away
the shoulder
Got pretty screwed by the chef and the chauffeur
Got pretty screwed by the chef and the chauffeur
Yeah, yeah
Said I just wanna
Yeah
Said I just wanna see you smile
Don't wanna see you cry
It'll all be ok if you by my side
Baby if you by my side
Why are you hanging out by the tree
Don't be hanging out by the tree
Sister, why you stressing about the things you can't change
Hand it over to God
I've been waiting all my life for someone like you
Do you like me
Am I pretty
You've got all the things I'm looking for, you're perfect
Do you see
Pretty Jamaican kept doing his thing
Him and his older brother got caught up in a sting
Out on bail, pressure by the feds, he caught seven in the head
Throw your middle fingers high, as a hata walk by
I love it when you call me big besco
To ladies rocking fenty... faces hella pretty
I love it when you
LONELY CITY
Words by Malcolm Reid
Music by Jim Best
Copyright by Malcolm Reid & Jim Best
Verse 1
Lonely city’s gonna find me a buddy
Lonely
Oh, darling you
Girl you turn me on like a lighter
Girl you prettier than them by far
Anytime I see you be like I see a superstar, nah, nah
I like
a rustic wooden floor
A wondrous thing had just begun, with me and pretty Shannon
Here we go
A month went by and and all the town was dinning at the wonder
with her by my side
Bad bitch, pink hair, red eyes
Pretty face, slim waist, double thick thighs
If I ride with her, it's gon be my suicide
She seems like
I get butterflies, I admit it
When I see your pretty brown eyes, I envision
My kids with the same ones, smile and they glisten
And if I got you right
life pretty drab
And I'd rather feel the sting
But I guess thats okay
At least I'll see another day
But people pass by and I don't say hi
Usually I
Inside you are in my head
I need feel this thing evermore
Never this thing coming anymore
I just wanna make you proud to be pretty more
Flow in my vibes
pretty face ride by
It engulfed me with visions when you were with me
It took years to replace what you were to me
And I still got love for you, baby
that kept me warm
You know you will be waiting for a long
Long time missing all the pretty things
That pass you by
But telling you away back home
What
Pretty little Sally sat up by the tree trunk
White miniskirt with a Betty Boom bum
She had a ass like Deborah Cox, face like Lauryn
Waist like
the mountain peaks
And valleys wide and green
But you're the nearest thing to
Heaven that I've seen
You're the nearest thing to
Heaven yes you are
I have
the harder you ball
Well I'm throwing mine, cause my money long
The quicker you here, the faster you go
That's why where I come from the only thing we know is
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