Lyrics:
the gypsy way
Drink a cup of gypsy love just tip it up and then you just say Chesay
Swallow once then swallow twice, goes down so nice just say Chesay.
You on point phife?
Once again tip
You on point phife?
Once again tip
You on point phife?
Once again tip
Word
Watch me bust they shit
Okay
Joe's
That's where all the hip and groovy people go
If you want variety
Take the tip and call for me
I'm an errand girl for rhythm
Send me
You
You can see her now high as the horizon
Fall into the quicksand and brainstorm my mind
Balancing on tip-toe, sharpened to the glow
In a tangle
get it
See I know you like the finer things baby
So that money ain't an issue (Freebandz)
Bitch you make me want to tip you (woo), yeah
She
Gal just wine dip pon di tip pon Di tip Pon Di pon di tip
Move yuh waist line ah grind pon Di tip Pon Di tip pon di tip pon di Tip
Long out yuh
with the rising Leo
Sexy villain
High libido, cheat on Chester, fuck with Fritos
Sexy villain
Villain, villain
Tip tip tippy toe, tip tip tippy toe, tip
old piano
My old keyboard won't stand for a corner
He demands the middle of the room
Your heart dissolves while he tips you so gracefully
'Til
Missing the last bed, waving the cheery herring,
Balancing brass bands on the tip of my toe.
Phoning your home from a tree,
Drinking my favorite loch.
to fade
There are some who sing their praises
Others tip their hats
But it seems like we owe 'em more than that
Marty painted pictures with a song
El
on the tip of your mind?
Why are you blind
To all you ever were
Never were, really are, nearly are?
Little boy false in search of little boy true
Will
Nicht weit in einem dunklen Eck (Kilo Shop Mod Tip Top)
In der Seitenstraße leicht versteckt (Kilo Shop Mod Tip Top)
Da ist vom Roten Kreuz der Laden
How does the wine taste?
Does it stain your lips?
What is the fruit-like?
Just beyond my finger tips?
Just out of reach, I see so much
I
happen
You make it right
You do things to me
Right through the night
Call me
(When you can't take the hunger
I'm on the tip of your tongue)
on an old dance floor
Tip your hat for the Pecos Promenade
When the sun starts goin' down on the prairie
And the starlight falls on the state
That's
spine when you’re close to me
The way that you walk I wish you could see
You know I love the way
Love the way that you walk
On ya tip toe tip toe
On ya
our clean eyes
Just look at you
With burning lips
You're living proof
At my fingertips
Ti-ti-ti-ti-tips
Ti-ti-ti-ti-tips
Ti-ti-ti-ti-tips
you get hip to this timely tip:
when you make that California trip
Get your kicks on Route sixty-six.
Won't you get hip to this timely tip
one
They stretched the chord, snapped the wire
Lit the fuse but can't retire
We're going to the wall of fire
Tip-toeing on the great high wire
eyes
Just look at you
With burning lips
You're living proof
At my fingertips
Ti-ti-ti-ti-tips
Ti-ti-ti-ti-tips
Ti-ti-ti-ti-tips
Ti-ti-ti-ti-tips
our clean eyes
Just look at you
With burning lips
You're living proof
At my fingertips
Ti-ti-ti-ti-tips
Ti-ti-ti-ti-tips
Ti-ti-ti-ti-tips
I cover my eyes so no one can tell that I'm here
I cover my ears so mommy and daddy can't hear
I keep my head down
don't make a sound
Silently tip
as bright
As It does now
So soak it all up, let it sink in
Crank it up loud, all the way to ten
Raise your cup to the sky
Tip 'em back to friends
Tip toe tip toe
Tip toe to my room
Tip toe
Tip toe
Tip toe tip toe
Tip toe to my room
Tip toe
Tip toe
Tip toe tip toe
Tip toe to my room
Tip toe tip
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