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the promises
all we kept inside, by the winds of time
all the promises every secret gone by the sea

The waves bite the horizon, thin neck of girl
and tearing

I gotta billion my mind and thats for real
I aint got no time don't waste my time girl thats for real
I told y'all that we fly its by designer thats

The condition they blocked, the brain wants melodies constantly
Demolition for plex, the text by your mission has finesse
Running like the CPU, of an Apple Mac

Anarcoma

Marc Almond

Virgins Tale, Vol. 1 & 2

2008

And we'll get there by and by
For I've got a little more
Than any other girl
You pay a little extra
For a trip around the world
And if the world is not enough

be afraid girl it's just us
'Cause all my worries gone to dust
'Cause all I feel right now is lust
For tonight you're the one I trust
Don't be afraid

cock will be
A party poppa 
I dig a ho 
Crack a dough 
By the north pole
I'm havin' fuckin' in tha snow 
I made him drop to his knees 
Yeah you

and I'm gonna cum
a VCR ???? some porno flicks
rudolph the red nose reindeer
??? like a everlastin' gobstoper
??? poppa
I dig a ho
crack a dough
by the nuts

'cause you're playing with fire

Your mother she's a heiress
Owns a block in Saint John's Wood
And your father'd be there with her
If he only could but

paper all over de flo', hair up in a ugly ol' bun, fountain pen danglin' out her asshole, an' talkin' dirty to a member o' de royal fam'ly!

Girl! dis

that you blew it
And I was a saint to you

One girl out, one girl in
That's not even how it went
When you are both sat on my moving-in gift
My name's

Ay, Nicki
A we say tight nookie and stiff titty
Caribbean girls run it
Ayo, Skeng, true seh me peng (fully dunce)
Ratty Gang, Gang, Gang, Gang,

coach
Girl said I'm sexy
Next she's down on her knees
Pope in his crib
Screaming hail holy Mary
Looking like a saint
But I just robbed the bank


Never

or the Louis, Saint Laurent (Saint Laurent)
Anything you want girl, anything you want (Anything, anything, anything that you want)
I ain’t wasting time, I got

And I was a saint to you
One girl out, one girl in
That's not even how it went
When you are both sat on my moving-in gift
My name's still on the rent like

(Yea)
Met you once dont know you like that
I aint gon bring the pipe back
New girl she think ima wife that
Saint Laurent yea it cost a whole rack
Old

here we are together
Cruising down Magazine

Westbank girl
Westbank girl
Westbank girl
Make your Uptown home with me

Saints on her radio
A cross around

She was a prism through which to see
a conjured conduit through which to feel
It may just be oxytocin doing the talking
but I'm dizzied by

Looking at the man in the mirror
Desperate face covered by his messy hair
Glock on his hand
Ready to shoot straight to the brain

He said "I'm only

The juggler who drops his knives
He stops and he tells us why
An American starts to cry
The English just walk on by
A speaker shouts in the park

The Big Noise from Winnetka

Bob Crosby

Oldies of 30s

2013

This is the story of a young girl
Who was the hippest chick in town.
They call her Big Noise from Winettka.
Miss Birdie's sure to get around.
Big

and breakfast
I was lying under bushes
Eating out of cans
Waking up by the church bells
From the tower of Saint Anne's
Dean Street
Invites my weary soul into Soho

is validity
Finally, I made it out the projects But I might've lost myself in the process
Got way too much on my conscience Tryna be a saint in a world

for daddy yo!

Shey you know say me Saint I popular (Popular ohh)
I get girl wey get yansh (Gat yansh ohh)
I no Dey doll me get mouth
Shey you know say

like my boy Saint Nick
Cranberry mix with the great goo spiff
Put it in the air, nigga light that shit
Baby girl bring a few friends back
You fuckin with