Lyrics:
fooled by big blue eyes
By a smile or a golden curl
'Cause she'll love you now
And then break every vow.
She's just a honky tonk girl.
She's just a honky
weaving love into a mad jazz pattern
Ruled by Pantaloon
Poor little rich girl
Don't drop a stitch too soon
We'll be as happy and contented as birds upon
coming with me tonight
To meet the beautiful broken lives
In a dangerous paradise
Partying through the night
We dance like wolves through the fire
Open
lives
I guess that makes me the lover type
Thank GOD for the music it raised me right, cuz a
I leaned my game from them love songs
Them oldies and them
the language of love to live a life in peace
Language of love
Your deep brown eyes glance at me
I'm so fascinated by the way you dance
Your curly hair is
I thought we'd be over in a couple of months
Didn't think that we'd last through this summer love
Fast forward: October
I can't live without her
Man life been so hard on me
By the grace of God I still get through
I know somebody watching over me
N now that you gone I hope you do too
I can't
not defined by the body that we are "in"
Or rather, the body that we "are"
Then we can, in turn, learn to live governed not by the external stimuli our
Mr. Jones lives down the lane
He lives alone with his wife Jane
You know his car won't start on frigid winter days
He shovels snow so high
Don't pop like Drizzy
Don't spit like Wayne
Don't club like Fifty
Don't feature like Cole
Don't dance like Breezy
Don't beat like Dre
Don't ride like
that you might know lives a mem'ry of long ago
So for a fool that was so blind please dance her by me one more time
Until she's gone I never knew how
it
I live in a mansion, grew up in the trenches (wow)
Niggas be hating, I get it, they still in their feelings
Get found by some niggas who's
Yeah! We here tonight live on stage!
Quincy Jones, James Brown, Prince, Madonna
And of course cool Keith!
Take it away at the Grand
doubt, agitated, I know the rhythm
I know I'm trippin' 'cause I'm not trippin'
This is not the last dance, this is bullshit, I'm not Scott Pippen
I'm
You already did that with Dear Slim, Dear Tom is mine to you like Dear Slim's to
Marshall, I would however love to spend a day with you
That would be
She feels me where I lay
I hope to God one day she'll see that my love is not that way
She holds me in the morning time and never lets me go
I hope
Hips and thighs,oh my!, stay focused
(Jones!) He, she blowticious,
Lamborghini, it's audicious
From Harlem to Hollywood I'm still hood,
500 Horses
to hush, then I rush, like Manchus
Who guard jewels and collect, Cash Rules with heavy jewels
I live by name and cut veins
Burning bodies into flames
affirming
Cause a church can be full of members but empty in conversions
Preach the gospel, and stand back
Look for changed lives not for hand claps
Love
wycleff jean, what's goin' on?
fukin' with tom jones bra, you got it wrong
and anastacia, you're names on the list
it's next to shakira and will smiths
i've
of me
The wifey, hus-by, never was me
I does me, trust me
I don't wanna another you so I'mma slide (yup)
But I got another boo, on the side, bay-bay
lovin' these hoes there ain't no love involved
No hugs, no kisses, bear rugs, bear britches
Rare bitches like to pose in them Black Tail pictures
Bitch
hitting at hoes
Fuck this I'm hitting that I'm hitting em both
Have one riding dick, one licking my toes
When I'm loving these hoes there ain't no love
I'ma give you everything I can
I know I live a life you may not I understand
But all a nigga need is a chance cause I wanna dance with you
Yeah yeah yeah
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