. Said to the bartender. "Has my lovin' man been here?" He was her man but he done her wrong. Instrumental 4. "Well, I ain't gonna tell you no stories
I can take, Baby I'm under your spell. I was knocked out and loaded in the naked night. When my last dream exploded, I noticed your light. Baby, oh what a story
ev'rything which he had made While the mission bells did toll. He just stood there staring At that big house as bright as any sun, With four and twenty
't want to hang they died with blazing guns and so the story ends of one who left no friends Ma Ma Ma Ma - Ma Baker - she taught her four sons Ma Ma
the Bone Thug story again If a nigga still hatin' a pipe again Like I did before creep creep and I came Just four more niggas down for there thang Never
'til I get to Mexico Go, nigga, Bizzy Bone, the story of a warrior with talent Little Rip gets so sadistic it's story of (story of story of) [Krayzie
rain And they dance on the edge where you only Only pray that it has to end That the night ain't no friend Chorus These four walls they could tell you some stories
: Here is a little story that I made up So Let's make believe Four years ago I had a party that was too much fun for me Boy there's a sexy guy He'd
: One Oh god a shooting star Make up a wish before we're falling apart Pictures in your head, could you go back in your mind The story is told and we
a great guy; he's a good ol' boy, that wild ol' Professor Griff. I think he's a history professor. The other day, he told me the wildest story about the
: Maggie?s up each morning at four am By five at the counter at the diner Her trucker friends out on the road will soon be stoppin in As the lights go
it he slipped Landed on his hip And bust his lip For a week he had to talk with a lisp Like THISSSSS Now we can end the story right here But shorty didn
: Now hear me all you victims Come listen, gather around For now we'll tell the story of four brothers in the ground One died from the bottle though
: I'll tell you a story, believe me it's true a tale you'd best hope never happens to you old spicy mcHaggis, how he met his fate you I can save, but
amore , allora lui ha dato amore a voi e noi gliene diamo a lui urliamogli tutti ti amo Ciarrapico one, two, three, four ti amo, ti amo Ciarrapico, ti
down to Panama City, Started pickin' out some o' them all night bars, Hopin' I could make myself a dollar, Makin' music on my guitar, I got the same old story
: Dust settles on a thin cloud Sends a fog drifting to a worn out crowd I've had my face in a mirror for twenty four hours Staring at a line of white
: Sometimes I think I'm going crazy Staring at the same four walls Waiting for the working day to end Then I get home so wasted, worn out I curse at