Lyrics:
stop me
Them niggas could never top me
Heather's cashing a check
Still got time to keep a pink pump pressed on a neck
That sugar, spice,
And everything
[Bridge: Heather]
I know what you’re used to
I know that you had it your way
But imma show you what I’m used to
Imma tell you, you can have it your
wild rose in the heather
i didn’t ask if i could take your sweater before i left with it on
wild parliaments around you
some winter loneliness
Catch as catch can, can you catch me
Out among the hills and heather
Then we could be together
Catch as catch can, can you catch me
Out among
wanna have fun
I'm the moon Heather the sun
Amanda knows to me to well
Oh well so what
She can cry all she wants
Ion give fuck Boy I'm not dumb
She can be
I don't have a love to call my own
Lovebirds come in pairs, they have someone who cares
And that's one thing that I have never known
They heather
[Heather B]
Holler the fuck out. Henny up. Yo, Fox, you know how it goes, with
hydro. Uh, uh, uh...
Some niggas done betrayed me in the worst way,
Tell me heather
Why do you never answer the phone?
When it rings, does it sing "caller unknown"?
Telling you to run away and hide
To early in
Yeah, sure I remember
Matter fact it was just last September
She still calls it the fall to remember
Little Heather when it all came together
Said
you never fit in,
And you're never going to so pack it up, pack it in, so there.
Steve took three or four,
Heather took more,
Lit a cigarette,
Out in the heather where the sun burns bright
She swore to love me the rest of her life
But, my hands they shook as the noon bells chimed
So
Suck her tits and she'll suck yo dick
And sense 1 mans trash is another mans treasure
You gets, no part of my weed but you can have my bitch Heather
Beneath the heather on the high hillside
Death is a lonely bride
In the magic hour, when the moonlight gleams
And the sky is the kind of
Gray that you've
and
You're never going to so pack it up pack it in, so there...
Steve took three or four Heather took more.
Lit a cigarrette and now they're walkin out
Heather's gone
She left a note
"He is Legend" was all she wrote
Go fetch the detective
I think I've found something
This isn't Heater's
a burger
Robert was a vampire
He fell in love with Heather
Heather fell in love with Michael
Michael fell in love with Trevor
Trevor turned into
mother I can hardly breath
Heather on the hillside O my O
Heather on the hillside high
The rock and the gorse and the old dark horse
Out where the finches
Home no more home to me, whither must I wander?
Hunger my driver, I go where I must.
Cold blows the winter wind over hill and heather:
Thick drives
Oh the summertime has come
and the trees are sweetly blooming
And the wild mountain thyme
Grows around the blooming heather
Will you grow lassie
Stupid child proof caps!
Aww, look, Heather's going to
Whine, whine, whine all night
You don't deserve to live
Why not kill yourself?
Here
off four kegs is no easy task, but we did it anyway
On Heather's birthday
We got fucked up and laid in the grass all night into the next day
Well
off four kegs is no easy task, but we did it anyway
On Heather's birthday
We got fucked up and laid in the grass all night into the next day
Well
As I roved out one bright May morning
To view the purple heather and flowers gay
Who should I spy but my own true lover
As she sat under yon willow
Performed by Heather Small
Written by Heather Small and Ollie Marland
Produced by Ollie Marland for Ollywood Entertainment Ltd.
Published by BMG
.JPG/195px-Heather_Menzies_Logan's_Run_1977_(cropped).JPG "Heather Menzies")
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