: Why oh why Lemon firebrigade why?
: Incidentally there should some changes made. You've got to work if you should have to save. An apple is a fool but lemons never do forget. You've got
that love is like the lovely lemon tree. REF (2x): Lemon tree very pretty, and the lemon flower is sweet, But the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat. Beneath the lemon
: (Gouldman) Mr Brown: Lemon and lime Turn of the time Or five for a couple of bob. Good for a cold You'll never grow old For wheezing there just the
you see." [Chorus:] Lemon tree, very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet, but the fruit of the poor lemon is a thing one cannot eat. (Repeat [Chorus] Beneath that Lemon
: Lemon See through in the sunlight She wore lemon But never in the daylight She's gonna make you cry She's gonna make you whisper and moan And when
wouldn't be here with all my troubles Down on this killing floor. Squeeze me baby, till the juice runs down my leg, X2 The way you squeeze my lemon,
have a lemon 'n ice And never say that you care for me Wouldn't it be right If we could have all night And say that you'll never miss me [Chorus:] Like a lemon
: Emma get me a lemon and if there are none get me a lime and if we got none go out and get some i'm gonna wait here by your french door and you ask
Weed my shorty roll em while I'm still... Yea jets Fool ?, ?, Run your nigga right back Bitches just fell thru with the ? pack No cigars in my session
, always till the end Make way for the lemon parade Make way for my girl Make way for the lemon parade Make way for my girl Make way for the lemon parade
Swallow your pride Make way for the new bride Holdin' your tounge When they call another winner And oh there is more to this life Hey Mr Golden Deal
She, she came down From the mountain And I, I stood my ground On the mountain And like a fire I'm drawn to her lust I can't run from her but Lord, I
Big wings and small waters Carry me back home Small minds Stand protected under bigot sunshine I'm not alone But I'm far from home You can never go home
It's the way he looks at you That says to me, "This isn't over" From the outside looking in You see there's nothing sacred here Nothing sacred You can
Somebody cried the death of culture Somebody spit in a little boy's face Somebody said you robbed my homeland Somebody got the wrong impression So we
Oh my sugar she won't bend Fly with me On your love she will depend Fly with me, my love When you're down, feeling low Not quite paid for not quite sold