Lyrics:
they now?
Billy (as Roxie):
Six feet under.
Billy:
But she was granted one more start
Billy (as Roxie):
The convent of the sacred heart!
Reporters:
down to my toes
Now I feel that there's a fire here
Try that once … a little higher dear
What a feast to go on such pearl…
Would a convent take a Jewish
Well, it can't be no guitar player
It must be convent bells
a convent take a Jewish girl?
[Both:]
Does it take more explanation than this?
[Fanny:]
Ooo, the thrills and chills goin' through me,
If I stop him now,
over forty that's it for you
I?m pretty sure there?s nothing else that we can do
Perhaps the convent, perhaps the knife
You woulda coulda shoulda been
keep you stole
Your catholic blues
Your convent shoes
Your stick on tattoos
Now they're making the news
Your holy war
Your northern star
they impel
Contrived convent fabricated for constituents they will restore
A fertile laboratory made for life to excel but most will still fail
Here she is, direct from the convent, miss dixie leonard.
I was alone on a shelf
In a world by myself.
Oh, where could my prince charming be?
Your catholic blues
Your convent shoes
Your stick on tattoos
Now they're making the news
Your holy war
Your northern star
Your sermon on the mount
other bitches to convents
Pray for me to be deleted but that's nonsense
Been the bomb since '74 Aries
I can see how ya nigga be lookin' at me
He want
west
The wild wild west
The wild wild west
The wild wild west
The wild wild west
I used to live downtown, 129th Street
Convent, everything's upbeat
They feed them dirt on fashion - the Gucci and the Dolce
I ain't saying go be a monk and join a convent
I'm just saying you can get rich without a dime
can't be no guitar player
It must be convent bells
of the convent
And then the rest went to my accomplice
I saw this boat coming in (saw this boat coming in)
Thought to myself, "She's mine"
Barely spend dough
those over there
Sweep up the years of sadness and tears
And throw them away
When Guinevere heard that Arthur was slain
She stole away to a convent
to keep a promise
Logic's on the rocket, what profit defeats a conscience
Somebody's daughter is contemplatin' the convent
But a man with a dollar is
The wild wild west
The wild wild west
The wild wild west
The wild wild west
The wild wild west
I used to live downtown, 129th Street
Convent
and had my first beer in Freehold
Well, my folks always lived and
Worked right here in Freehold
I remember running up the street
Past the convent
called hard shit
None like me like I founded a convent
To contend my content I'm on ends meet like a vegetable omelette see
So the more you see it's few
A new chaplain has arrived
Madeleine and a few other nuns
At the convent will meet him tonight
Father Picard:
"Welcome to my quarters, do come
a helicopter, copter
Oh heli, oh heli
Now she's away from convent she's gone wild
She's grown from a nice young lady to a child
I really think its about
but a porthole in the plaster, in the plaster,
Where I look down, look at sweet Theresa's convent
All those nurses, all those nuns scattin' 'round
Last spring, I spent a week in a convent in the Midwest. I'd been invited there to do a series of seminars on language. They'd gotten my name from
Indo
Fly shit like Curtis Mayfield and his intro
Throw this in your whip, convent, your tens blow
Yo' I kick the ill rhymes like this
Y'all niggas
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