Lyrics:
day, sighing from dark to dawn and wasting away
Like a lone bird on a tree, sighing the long hours through for Kitty Magee
Oh, darling dear, the shrove
day, sighing from dark to dawn and wasting away
Like a lone bird on a tree, sighing the long hours through for Kitty Magee
Oh, darling dear, the shrove
I gotta gal that's mighty sweet
With blue eyes and tiny feet
Her name is Rosabelle Magee
And she tips the scale at three o three
Oh gee, but ain't
in 1943
In the winter time, you can almost see my breath
That was my tail gunner ole Johnny Magee
He was a high school teacher from New Orleans
'Come Again Soon,'
He's dance the foot out o' yer boot!
The day that I took long Magee by the scruff
For slanderin' Rosie Kilrain,
Then, marchin' him
In the winter time, you can almost see my breath
That was my tail gunner ole Johnny Magee
He was a high school teacher from New Orleans
And he had
How is little Thomas Magee?
Thomas Magee, he swallowed a key
Jedediah, little Thomas Magee
Holly holly, just let him be
His wife now, little
America's most complete artist"
"What's your name boy?"
"I.. am.." "America's most complete artist"
"You better get ready"
"for America's most complete
Tune me in to the wild side of life
I'm an innocent young child sharp as a knife
Take me to the garretts where the artists have died
Show me
Tune me in to the wild side of life
I'm an innocent young child sharp as a knife
Take me to the garretts where the artists have died
Show me
1943
In the winter time, you can almost see my breath
That was my tail gunner ol' Johnny Magee
He was a high school teacher from New Orleans
And he
Khutna thamoida thamjei
Magee shaktam
Manglandani lakliba madi
Yengjaba fangkhidre
Oirare chingshang faona
Humliba ayingba nungshitna
Eigi naoshum
it was God, but it felt like God
I thought the thought in my head, "Check the Bible"
I'm gonna speak to you from the verse of the day
That means I
a day
Erogenous zones win again
Blue sing la lune sing lagoon
These visions are making me stay
The artist pretending it's art
The question is where
a day
Erogenous zones win again
Blue sing la lune sing lagoon
These visions are making me stay
The artist pretending it's art
The question is where
Yo, yeah, dat way
I mean, you know this not a diss record
I don't sneak diss
This just for the record, just facts
Your artists be taking my
When he grows up to be a comic or actor
He'll be rewarded for never maturing
For never understanding or learning
That every day can't be about him
I'd really like to be a part of her show!
Suzy is an artist - she paints quite a lot.
An artist she may be, but a genius she is not.
She says she
stood several blasts
And they called her the Irish Rover
There was Barney Magee from the banks of the Lee
There was Hogan from County Tyrone
There
a day
Erogenous zones win again
Blue sing la lune sing lagoon
These visions are making me stay
The artist pretending it's art
The question is where
NAT KING COLE LYRICS
Nature Boy
:Artist: Nat King Cole
-from his "The Greatest Of Nat King Cole" LP-Capitol SLB-6803
-peak Billboard position # 1
Khutna thamoida thamjei
Magee shaktam
Manglandani lakliba madi
Yengjaba fangkhidre
Oirare chingshang faona
Humliba ayingba nungshitna
Eigi naoshum
Starry, starry night
Paint your pallet blue and gray
Look out on the summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows
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