Lyrics:
this summer you'd be gone away again
Ooh, he's gone away again
We were poor, yeah, we were dream chasers baby
Sky scrapers are not too tall
He's
Well, it’s hard to love and not be loved
It’s hard to please your mind
When you’ve broken the heart of many a poor boy
But you’ll never break this
girl you turning me on
She's outrageous and with that thing she got she contagious
Pretty please girl get in my face wit it
I swear I don't wanna
Rosy cheeks and turned up nose and curly hair
I'm raving 'bout my baby now
Pretty little dimples here and dimples there
Don't want to live without
light as stone
Pretty ugly, faded glow
Hold on tight, I'm letting go
One million dollars poor
Live to die, dyin' to grow
For the ten feet short
Oh, pretty woman
Sure\'s the rising sun
Says all your cheap paint and powder
Ain\'t gonna help you none
\'Cause she\'s a pretty woman
Right down
Rosy cheeks and turned up nose and curly hair
I'm raving 'bout my baby now
Pretty little dimples here and dimples there
Don't want to live without
On her way to work one morning
Down the path along side the lake
A tender hearted woman saw a poor half frozen snake
His pretty colored skin had
unfortunate merfolk like yourself
Poor souls with no one else to turn to
I admit that in the past I've been a nasty
They weren't kidding when they called me,
on the fast travelling grey
And they rode until they came to a riverside
Three hours before it was day
Alight, alight, my pretty fair maid
Alight, alight,
possible
Oh
Pretty women!
Pretty women
Yes
Quickly, sir, a splash of bay rum!
Sit, sir, sit
Johanna, Johanna
Pretty women
(JUDGE
on her grave have all faded away
Someday I'll go home and say when I go
On poor Ellen's grave pretty flowers I'll stow
4. I've been in this prison for
Poor Selma
Loved John Henry like a natural man
John Henry quit Poor Selma just like he was quitting work
He loved that stinger of Julie Anne
And what
On her way to work one morning
Down the path alongside the lake
A tender hearted woman saw
A poor half-frozen snake
His pretty colored skin had been
Well, you got my heart a-feelin' used and jumpy
The road of love is gettin' mighty, mighty bumpy
Tell me pretty mama have I filled your heart
was queer
I held the school record, most wedgies in a year
But I was pretty popular among the jocks
I mean someone had to carry all their dirty sweat
to do
Ugly to the east
And ugly to the west
And I've ran from ugly
I must confess
I've seen ugly, seen pretty
Seen rich, seen poor
And ugly so
now, sure, Lord, won't take mine
Now don't you hear me talkin' pretty mama?
Taken the poor boy's money
Sure, Lord, won't take mine
Taken the poor
Get away, get away
Get away, get away
Poor John
John Hardy was a fightin' man
Carried a razor ev'ry day
He killed a man in Mobile town
You ought
Hang your head, hang your head, Tom Dooley hang your head and cry
Killed poor Laura Foster, you know you're bound to die
Bury her on the hillside,
Rosy cheeks and turned up nose and curly hair
I'm raving 'bout my baby now
Pretty little dimples here and dimples there
Don't want to live without
the pretty little horsies
Blacks and bays
Dapples and greys
All the pretty little horsies
Way down yonder
In the meadow
Lies a poor little lamby
the pain to maniacs who tore up our city
Pretty soon we bombed Afghanistan and moved to Iraq
Hugest military used to murder dudes in a shack
Lack of logic is
Sticking up for Dad again
Saying he's a champion
Such a perfect mannequin
Poor Ivanka booed in Berlin
Poor Ivanka booed in Berlin
She's in it for
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