Lyrics:
Oh, well, I bought me a donkey, about four foot tall
To plough my cotton in the early fall
He's runnin' around, it was an awful sin
I had to build
Tingalayo
Come little donkey, come
Tingalayo
Come little donkey, come
Me donkey fast, me donkey slow
Me donkey come and me donkey go?
Me donkey
(Oh, carry her safe to Bethlehem)
(Little gray donkey, tonight)
(A miracle rests on your four small feet)
(Little gray donkey, tonight)
You know
WRITERS FERLIN HUSKY, EATON
Well, I bought me a donkey, about four foot tall
To plough my cotton in the early fall
He's runnin' around, it was
If I were a painting
Captured on canvas
Alone in the portrait I would stand
And brush strokes bold
Yet soft as a whisper
The work of a feminine
I got four good reasons why I cant go back there again
She had skin like a statue, milky white and pure
Carved by an artist who's hand is demure
The illest
飲み干せ just like ディオニュソス
片手に酒 もう片手にテュルソス
透明なクリスタルグラス中 揺れる芸術
芸術も酒 飲めば酔うぜ fool
You dunno, you dunno, you dunno
What to do with
I'ma show you 別の
I got four good reasons why I can't go back there again
She had skin like a statue, milky white and pure
Carved by an artist whose hand is demure
There are no lyrics to this track. It is intentionally blank, with each of the 71 seconds representing one of the years that the artist's father,
Your next favourite artist (Artist , Artist , Artist)
You're my favourite artist (Artist)
The man and the donkey
Down the road came a tired little donkey,
Much he was loaded till his head hung down.
Upon this back so heavy set a big
Grace
A piece of canvas is only the beginning for
It takes on character with every loving stroke
This thing of beauty is the passion of an Artist's
breath, livin' in the last times left
Peep the imagery stretch across the sky like a canvas
And we're the artists beneath vigorous rough strokes
got four good reasons why I can't go back there again
She had skin like a statue, milky white and pure
Carved by an artist whose hand is demure
Got
lady when I tell her
The I do indeed love to smell her
Sopping wet your pink umbrella
Do the dog with Isabella
I'm so in love yes with an artist
stroke
Gallery gallery gallery girl
Artist paint my picture
You don't need a word (you don’t need a word)
Brushstroke breast stroke depth stroke
Catch
fed a family of four
For forty fucking fortnights
Forty fucking fortnights!
I am an artist
Please God, forgive me
I am an artist
Please don't
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