Songtexte:
Madonna To Have And Not To Hold

the five and dime Played it til my fingers bled Was the summer of '69 Me and some guys from school Had a band and we tried real hard Jimmy quit and

Called to Madonna To give me a line She said boy what have you done Passing your time with a holy man Talking about the moon and sun But I can't tell

that we'd always be together You said, "Hold on, it just gets better" And I believed you I kept holding on You think that I could never leave you You think I'm not

the lyrics of tomorrow With the Cisco, the Hennessey and Silver Duck, Sapporo The vodka, the brandy, the rum and fucking Coke and The zig zags in Vegas for that chronic straight from Oakland This beat's not

have ever seen Hold my, hold my drink bitch [x4] I'm one of the baddest mother fuckers of all time One of the best looking mother fuckers you have ever

and I'll go out and say a prayer for him" But like Louise always says "Ya can't look at much, can ya man?" As she, herself, prepares for him And Madonna

don't care if these hoes love me or not long as I rhyme hot I'm gettin' head in my drop it goes on and on and on and it don't stop. [Chorus] [Verse

de Pope shit in de woods? Harry: Now, just hold on there, buddy! Let's be serious! The toilet training of exalted religious personalities is not our

care if these hoes love me or not long as I rhyme hot I'm gettin' head in my drop it goes on and on and on and it don't stop. [Chorus] [Verse 3:]