Lyrics:
fangs, they have teeth,
Say the loud bells of Neathe
Even God is uneasy,
Say the moist bells of Swansea
They will plunder willy-nilly,
Say the bells
Do you know what is means to miss New Orleans
I miss it, each night and day
The longer I stay away
Miss the moist covered vines
The tall sugar
perfume girl
Moist warm desire
Fly to me
I'm your candy perfume girl
Your candy perfume girl
I'm your candy perfume girl
Candy
Candy
Rush me ghost
a bathroom? I may have @$% in my pants!
Drink of water?
[MAN:] No.
[TONY:] Aspirin?
[MAN:] No.
[TONY:] Moist towelette?
[MAN:] No.
[TONY:] In that
brand new Insti-Matic,
But at least we got our memories
Then we all just stared at the ball for a while and my eyes got moist,
But I said with a smile,
chimes ringing like an empty voice
A distant smile framed
Her lips are soft and moist
With whisper, whisper, whispering whispers
[Chorus]
lawn
The moist green organic
That my feet tread upon
And the black oleander
Surrounded by blues
I'm soon overwhelmed
By olfactory hues
of Caerphilly.
They have fangs, they have teeth,
Say the loud bells of Neathe.
Even God is uneasy,
Say the moist bells of Swansea.
They will plunder
Suffocated by mirrors, stained by dreams
Her honey belly pulls the seams
Curves are stiff upon the hinge
Pale zeros tinge the tiger skin
Moist
brand new Insti-Matic,
But at least we got our memories
Then we all just stared at the ball for a while and my eyes got moist,
But I said with a smile,
Do you know what is means to miss New Orleans
I miss it, each night and day
The longer I stay away
Miss the moist covered vines
The tall sugar
orifice
I'm gonna show them who's boss
I'm gonna get even yet
Just gimme some Lysol spray
Just hand me a moist towelette
Don't tell me I'm
I'm the young hoes' choice that make the old hoes moist
All these niggas separate all the men from the boys
All these wars I went through, felt like
stay away
Miss the moist covered vines
The tall sugar pines
Where mocking birds used to sing
And I'd like to see the lazy Mississippi
A hurrying
memory
Moist panties and wet sheets when they think of me
[Chorus]
Yo, yo, uh,
From Miami to Cali, from Vegas to Jersey
Got'em in Houston,
Mary
Cop the Rolls Royce a player with a choice
Ladies stay moist from the sound of my voice
The lady killers pass the keys to our villas
Rockland,
and as we come
You'll probably feel moist like the trees on the tropics
We gone we gone, we out it, no we don't need rockets
We hope up on the mother ship
Yamps choice, no rolls royce but I keep it moist
I keep it saucy, ya bossy bitch talkin' that costly shit
Bossy bitch think she too flossy to trip
I'm
moist'ned still shall weep;
My music, hellish jarring sounds, to banish friendly sleep.
Thus, wedded to my woes, and bedded in my tomb,
O let me dying
my life is a little bit of both
Who’s who, who knows anymore
My choice is to get it in real moist so I can come hard
And the world is ours, better yet
through, with no bra and no panties on
That pussy good, that pussy moist, twenty-two, she from Detroit
I beat it up, beat it up, in the mirror you can
Suffocated by mirrors, stained by dreams
Her honey belly pulls the seams
Curves are still upon the hinge
Pale zeros tinge the tiger skin
Moist
getting risky
Feeling like $hort with bitches
Paranoid, rolla toya
Now I'm ballin' like A.I. on the Hoyas (swish) bitches moist
High getting bent,
Do you know what is means to miss New Orleans
I miss it, each night and day
The longer I stay away
Miss the moist covered vines
The tall sugar
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