Lyrics:
was no excuse
Melissa Manchester was child abuse
Sappy stories from Harry Chapin
From Carly Simon there was no escapin'
James Taylor we ridiculed
Yeah
See
You know Dirty can never smile with them
Forget that one
Yeah
Yeah, one time
Big bills, big cheques
Slick whip, rock star
Rick James, misfit
Got a blazer jacket on
ccting like you do no wrong
Everything must seem so funny
To a James Bond, half-god
Speaking of the devil
He's the tempter
In 1831, the 19th of November
James arrived to the Garfield's as their newest member
He attended and taught at Williams and Hiram colleges, then
In
It was April 23rd of 1791
When the Buchanan's of Cove Gap, PA had a son
James went to Dickinson, then, with a lawyer, studied law
In '12, he started
understands
'Cause there's nobody at the wheel
Beautiful James
I don't wanna wake you
Beautiful James
I don't wanna wake you
Everybody lies
One
to the dentist and told him "take out my heart"
I feel better than James Brown
I feel better now
I feel better than James Brown
I was attending Mardi Gras
Jesse James was a man
And he killed many men
He robbed the Glendale train
And he took from the richer
And he gave that to the poorer
He'd a hand
Frank and Jesse James
Keep on riding, riding, riding
'Til you clear your names
Keep on riding, riding, riding
Across the rivers and the range
on
Imagine being shallow
Thinner than a shadow
Thicker than wood
Imagine for a minute
The way that I'd be living
If only I could
I'm no James Dean
I woke up, one Monday morning
And I didn't know what to do
And in my head was something yawning
And it was yawning about you
Bring me to James
freeze
Like Rick James
Fire in the hole
Everybody in the zone
Baby hold my phone
Like what? (oh oh oh oh oh oh)
Rick James
Fire in the hole
And I like the names more than anything
Take St. James Way (Voie lactée)
Take St. James Way, don't ever doubt it
The first to tell, the last
(I wanna be your James Dean, baby)
(James Dean, baby)
Take me back to those days
50's with the class dames
Dressing up was low key
Yeah
No
Come on take my hand and I'll take you to a land
Where everything is James and Gravy
Ain't you sick of this place? Let's just teleport away
To a land
children
That they old man done fell up out the game
Because I came through this motherfucka
And killed his ass just like Jesse James
Think it's
started
There was a righteous sound
It doesn't matter what I've been through
I'll still be diggin' on James Brown
Ya know the more things change
He ain't got no walking stick
He don't need no ball and chain
He ain't got no candy kick
That don't mean nothing to James
Oh, oh, James, singing,
Jame Bong.
Vuelo a Jamaica muy seguido como James Bong,
y cuando quiera muevo el piso con mis sub lows.
Vuelo a Jamaica muy seguido como James
BASS IS POWERED BY GASOLINE
HIS VOICE IS TOUCHING MY EARS LIKE THE WHISPER OF THE WIND
SIR JAMES PAUL, SIR JAMES PAUL
MASTER OF ROCK’N’ROLL
SIR JAMES
Numa noite fria James sai de casa
Sem saber aonde ir
Encontra sua turma na calçada
E faz todo mundo rir
James era um cara legal pra ninguém
account up and my wrist James Harden
Air Jordan Air Jordan Air Jordan
My bank account up and my wrist James Harden
Air Jordan Air Jordan Air Jordan
My bank
you roll wit are they really down wit the gang?
I keep my circle tight like Jesus got my Peter John and James yeah
Got my Peter John and James
When they
day
May be the best part of your day – James Spader
James Spader - Darth Vader -Ralph Nader
All advisors of mine
Celebrate your aggression with
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