Lyrics:
baby, I know that it's true
I see your eyes have made a prophet of you
Sweet garden of life, I don't know where to grow,
So plant me in your bosom
bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,
But whose
Holy Father in darkness
Thy will was done
When the gates of Antumnos were opened wide
From Thy bosom
Arose in glory
The children
bosom,
I carry it everywhere I go.
I've got the keys in my bosom,
The world can't do me no harm.
I've got the keys to the kingdom,
The world can't do
our lust.
The womb of seas, the bosom of stones
The cradle of earth will kiss your bones to dust
When the earth has gone, will we be adopted by
You've gone so far away, my darling
Each time I think of you I cry
I press your picture to my bosom
Then I feel that you're close by.
Years have
They denied him existence but they let him live
In a lonely room
He would suckle at the bosom of Mother Earth
But his experience poisons that thought
He
plate of pussy, I ain't cleaning the dishes
Chef's plate her bosom, yeah, I skeet on her titties
Creamy delicious, more babies than a pediatrician
or furs remodeled
Or some nice, fresh fricassee
If you want your bustle shifted, wedding planned, or bosom lifted
Don't be ashamed girls
Life is full
a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me
As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free
While God is marching on.
Glory! Glory!
the Promise Land
When shall I see that happy place
And be forever blessed
When shall I see my Father's face
And in His bosom rest
I am bound, I am
would not cause e'en one regret
To rankle in your bosom now,
For "if we try, we may forget,"
Were words of thine long years ago.
Yes, these were
you close to my bosom
Of food and of clothes you got both
So, when in trouble, I need you
You will have to remember your oath
If you don't like
you close to my bosom
Of food and of clothes you got both
So, when in trouble, I need you
You will have to remember your oath
If you don't like
With a glory in His bosom
That transfigures you and me,
As He died to make men holy
Let us die to make men free,
While God is marching on.
Glory,
the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me:
As He died to make men holy, let us die
From beginning to end
Who will guide me, my friend
For the difficult task that she chose?
Will the sun and the rain
From whose bosom I came
Show me
body wants to sing along.
To lie at rest upon your bosom,
Tongue still taste thy maiden musk.
To lie within your woman's warm
Upon your rising falling
every day.
Rock my soul in the bosom of Abraham
At the old country church.
"God made a way for me.", that's what the good book says.
How many times (how
Is suppose to be
You've got your chin where mine
Is suppose to be
I just wanna lay my head up in your bosom
Lord, that would be such a good rest for me
Ivory Madonna dying in the dust,
Waiting for the manna coming from the West
Barren is her bosom, empty as her eyes,
Death a certain harvest
the fate of a nation, rests hard on your bosoms, the king on
His throne, puts his
Hand down his robe, the torture of inverse and silk screen and Harry,
been knocking on forty
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
So if I
Put my hand
On your bosom
Yeah? Would that
Give you an orgasm?
No that's not
'Cause all my life I've been knocking on forty
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
"So if I, put my hand, on your bosom..."
"Yeah?"
"Would that,
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