Standin' on the corner with the low down blues Is a great big hole in the bottom of my shoes Honey, let me be your Salty Dog Let me be your Salty Dog
Act a ass wit it, back ya ass wit it Act a ass wit it, back ya ass wit it Act a ass wit it, back ya ass wit it You know them hoes love Weezy, sticky,
she has the most wonderful ass i have seen its firm and its round and its lean and its mean too bad shes 14 but we have all been to the mall so u know
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Caught in a Woodsleep Miles Down the Crypts Beneath Desert Sands lay Deep Sworn to an Obscure Belief Shapes with Serpent Faces Watchers in Deathwish
You say our music is fucked, but what about yours ? At least we are creative, autonomous and more, We're not kissing asses, or sucking managers'balls
Your body may be gone, I'm gonna carry you in In my head, in my heart, in my soul And maybe we'll get lucky and we'll both live again Well I don't know
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All grown up Made your mother proud Hey look at me Sitting on my cloud Weak frightened little boy Meek the source of so much joy Think you lie above the
You can talk to the police You can talk to the press You can talk to the politicians I don't care, man What we're doing here is so bizarre No one will
Jackass I'm a pimped out Jedi Knight Obi-Wan meets Dolemite Ben Kenobi went and got himself a pompadour These aren't the whores you're looking for Jackass
Long time on the phone line There's sunshine when I dial 9 Small breaths form words Like crystals in warm air And I want you for my very very own In
The man and the donkey Down the road came a tired little donkey Much he was loaded 'til his head hung down Upon this back so heavy set a big man Singing
Tell me your stories, write down your secrets And play this music as loud as can be Get me a sandwich, buy me some hot tea And sing this song as loud
Stop, okay, you can press You can push but it will always be the same And I've been waiting so long Anyway, how does it feel to be free again? I wanna
Stars are fun, she said with a beautiful smile As I looked above and stuffed her side Astrology is not my cup of tea I'd rather go inside and watch some
Flying high on the rug with the ones you know With the ones you love, with the ones you trust Riding the van, the bus, the plane again And hear the sounds
Last night I turned into a fly I got through your window and I landed in your eye You were sleeping, you didn't mind So I flew further down inside your