Lyrics:
that boy YG, Nat King Cole and JID
Everybody know I be in the club V.I.P (huh)
Psych, not me
Too many people to name, but know I got love for you all
Nat King Cole and Dick Van Patten
New York Dolls all dressed in satin
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my cigarette
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Love Affair
By Nat King Cole
Album :
Our love affair is a wonderous thing
That we'll rejoice in remembering
Our love was born with out first
the day
I'll do it
Back in the day, back in the day
Ohh yeah
Y'all remember back in the day, you dig
Ray Charles, Nat King Cole, Miles Davis, Ella
It's all red and gold and Nat King Cole and tinsel on the tree
It's all twinkle lights and snowy nights and kids still believe
And I know that they
just a slave
To Barangrill
The guy at the gas pumps
He's got a lot of soul
He sings Merry Christmas for you
Just like Nat King Cole
And he makes
I'm Mrs. Nat King Cole
And what a joy it's been
To be asked by Brian McKnight
To remember some of the christmas' with my husband
We were married
whiskey)
We're getting frisky (ooh!)
And slow dancing to Nat King Cole
No, we ain't stressin' (we ain't stressin')
Just caressin' (mm-hmm)
Warming up
that can only mean one thing
That it's finally Christmas, yeah
We dust off that old record and sing along with Nat King Cole
Grandpa falls asleep
Where did this year go
Just put away my decorations
And here we go again we're singing Nat King Cole
Don't get me wrong (my heart is full of cheer)
I'm
could be here to see
It's beautiful under my tree
The fire's aglow
We've got Nat King Cole
Singing us a song from his heart
Sleigh bells
might be feeling a little bit lonely
It's all red and gold
And Nat King Cole and tinsel on the tree
It's all twinkle lights
And snowy nights
I'm Mrs. Nat King Cole
And what a joy it's been
To be asked by Brian McKnight
To remember some of the christmas' with my husband
We were married
like my shoes much less di in sole
Him a pirate, and di truth must be told
Him caan fi get nobody him must sing Nat King Cole
Seh him nah stop DJ till
Coretta Scott King
Morgan Freeman, Angela Davis
James Earl Jones, Nat King Cole
Curtis Mayfield, Bob Johnson
Marvin Gaye, Johnnie Cochran
Berry
celebrate
It's Christmas
Pull out your favorite records
Some Nat King Cole
Those old Christmas movies
They never get old
Gather up the family
Carol
on the road
With Nat King Cole
And he womanised
Staying up all night
Cruisin'up around the town
From town to town to town
(Let me go, ah ah Hurricane)
woah-oh, ah-oh)
Oh, so put on Nat King Cole
(Christmas means to me, my love)
I can't get started just yet, woah-oh
(Woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh, ah-oh)
type of Jackson, everyting Jackson
White sock, one glove like Jackson
Yeah, I spin man like Cole
What kind of Cole? Nat King Cole
Not that Cole
leave the house, I'm strapped, boy, you know I keep my pole
Chopstick on me and it sing like Nat King Cole
Nigga think he flexin' money, boy, I seen mo'
Learning about love from Nat King' Cole
Dancing my life away to Kid Creole
to proceed
And now we stringing the lights up
Five hours later, we stringing the lights up
Listenin' to Bing Crosby by the fire
Frank Sinatra, Nat King
men created equal
Three pop goes the weasel like Evel Knievel
Kingdom bestial, ceased deceasing them
From Nat King Cole back to Nat Turner teachin’ you
(35) Geoffrey Beane: 1924-2004 new York's
Most famous fashion designer
(36) Joey Bushkin: 1916-2004 American
Jazz pianist played
For Nat "King" Cole
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