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need the brake if life is too fast I won't be the first and i won't be the last Just do what you want and never be classed If blind leads
High-classed by Wednesday morning sun But you call me, call me back on wayside Dance ‘cause you want it I never want to see you cry It's gonna be
out My hoes keep playin' Get your ass classed Get your ass classed Okay
Hit the mat Let's attack For the high impact Man it's a fact We getting put on the map For the chance To be classed With the legends In the making My
a rabbit and you ain't no friend of mine And when they said you was high classed well honey that was just a lie When they said you was high classed well
And you ain't no friend of mine When they said you was high classed Well, that was just a lie When they said you was high classed Well, that was just a lie
a rabbit And you ain't no friend of mine. When they said you was high classed, Well, that was just a lie. When they said you was high classed, Well,
classed by the powers that be Give me loss of hope Cast out, buried in a hole Struck down, forcing me to fall Destroyed, giving up the fight Well, I
classed by the powers that be Give me loss of hope Cast out, buried in a hole Struck down, forcing me to fall Destroyed, giving up the fight Well, I
Young, Ameche and Gable Are all as fine as mountain sable You may not be classed with the elite And you may not be hip to that jive-like foot, an' all
a chance Clearly It was her not me That's the way I'm going down Growing a town That was my worst round A classed, comfort pound I can't compete
Young, Ameche and Gable Are all as fine as mountain sable You may not be classed with the elite And you may not be hip to that jive-like foot, an' all
You're high classed Well, your taste is good I know I can't love you Like I know I should But we've got a good understanding Ah, we've got us
Young, Ameche and Gable Are all as fine as mountain sable You may not be classed with the elite And you may not be hip to that jive-like foot, an' all
svoir faire The time we shared was brief cuz I needed relief From her high-classed antics and all her conceit Now she's crying wolf and I like don't
You're high classed Oh well, your taste is good I know I can't love you Like I know I should But we've got a good understanding Ah, we've got
svoir faire The time we shared was brief cuz I needed relief From her high-classed antics and all her conceit Now she's crying wolf and I like don't
bleeders) There ain't half been some clever bas-tards. Einstein can't be classed as witless. He claimed atoms were the littlest. When you did a bit
classed) Get off my elevator! (Security will definitely escort you away from my building) Get off my elevator! (You'll be shipped away in a cop car)
bleeders) There ain't half been some clever bas-tards. Einstein can't be classed as witless. He claimed atoms were the littlest. When you did a bit
lucky bleeders) There ain't half been some clever bas-tards. Einstein can't be classed as witless. He claimed atoms were the littlest. When you did
her week before last The woman I love, I got out classed Thought I warned you, baby, a long time ago Better watch your step, gonna to have to let you
Fa fa fafa fa fa fafa Raise Your Voice! Don't be played like someone else's board game Don't be classed out like some desolate redoubt Don't be
Fa fa fafa fa fa fafa raise your voice! (4x) Don´t be played like someone else´s board game Don´t be classed out like some desperate redoubt Don´t
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