Lyrics:
be your long lost pal
I can call you Betty
And Betty, when you call me, you can call me Al
A man walks down the street
He says, "Why am I short
down the street
You're such a bundle of me oh my
And that's the reason when you go by
Each heart (everyone's heart)
Naturally skips a beat (just
come back through and tear the street up
Ice cube, nigga, you better D up
And when I come by, bitch, you better be up
Ass up, face in the pillow
I
The ice cream man, he's a hillbilly fan
Got 78s by Hank Snow
Walks down the street shufflin' his feet
To a rhythm that only he knows
And I've
I'm on the street where you live
Are there lilac trees in the heart of town?
Can you hear a lark in any other part of town?
Does enchantment pour
girl
Sail on by
Your time has come to shine
All your dreams are on their way
See how they shine
Oh, if you need a friend
I'm sailing right, oh,
chance, you let me come over
Out on the street, I wanna see you, baby
And if by chance, you let me just hold ya
I'm down on my knee, I wanna please you
sailor mouth
People are different
Yeah, we all know it's true
But it don't mean that me and you
Can't walk down the street and smile at a stranger
and
Female spirit and that suited me
Just fine he made
Me think there were no rules but I was wrong
There are no rules - if you're a boy
If you're a girl
You
A ting-a-ling
I'm all alone every evening
All alone feeling blue
Wondering where you are
And how you are
And if you are
All alone too
[2nd verse:]
Just
Up and down, they're nodding
Heads are moving up and down, you got it
Everybody stand in line
One by one, take a hit, join the club
Kids will try
found
Like a bridge over troubled water I will lay me down
When you're down and out when you're on the street
When evening falls so hard I will comfort
of the sweet spot
By the scruff of your knee socks
You and me could've been a team
Each had a half of a king and queen seat
Like the beginnin' of Mean
're right back on it
Reminding me all over again how you fucking just brushed me off
And left me so burned, spent a lot of time trying to soul search
Maybe
Well the first days are the hardest days, don't you worry any more
'Cause when life looks like easy street, there is danger at your door
Think this
Well, I built me a raft and she's ready for floatin'
Ol' Mississippi, she's callin' my name
Catfish are jumpin'
That paddle wheel thumpin'
Black
the Belfast Child sings again
Some come back, Billy, won't you come on home
Come back Mary, you've been away so long
The streets are empty, and your
to the West Coast, daddy
And let me be where I belong
Hey now, Philly, you street city
Been down by the railroad track
I know you can be a sweet city
But
present lack of speed?
Are your muscles bound by ropes
Or do crutches cloud your day?
My sources say, "The road is clear
And street signs point the way"
Chiggidy-check, microphone check three
You tuned to the sounds of the D-R-E
Now check me out, it's back to the old school
Where the niggas get their scrap on,
away, fall away
May the last one burn into flames
Freedom
Freedom
I can't move
Freedom, cut me loose
Singin', freedom
Freedom
Where are you
every rattlesnake its charm
Can you still hear me, am I coming through just fine?
Your memory was buried in a simple box of pine
Did her green eyes
wanna hurt nobody
But I'll beat the fuck out of a nigga
Nigga, I'm from Hoover Street
Dirty pictures in my cellphone
On 52nd street I'm well-known
Hoover
want my love set me free
I see you walking by
Love light in your eye
I just remember all those lies
So don't cross over the street to me
If you
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