Love me tender, love me sweet, never let me go. You have made my life complete, and I love you so. Love me tender, love me true, all my dreams
Well, since my baby left me, I found a new place to dwell. It's down at the end of lonely street at Heartbreak Hotel. Ive been so lonely baby, Well
Honey, I love you too much Need your lovin' too much Want the thrill of your touch Gee, I can't love you too much You do all the livin' While I do all
I've been traveling over mountains Even through the valleys, too I've been traveling night and day I've been running all the way Baby, trying to get
I could ride around the world in an old oxcart And never let another girl thrill my heart Ain't that loving you baby? Ain't that loving you baby? Ain
: (Alan Jackson) I remember walk'in round the court square sidewalk Lookin' in windows at things I couldn't want There's johnson's hardware and morgans
say I'm not a rapper, I'm really a spaceman, Taking you out of this world to a place that close to the Sun, you'll be needing your RayBans You wanna meet Elvis
stop Jerry Garcia heart attack Frank Sinatra hammer whack Bloody beatdown Cardinal Syn Syn Warriors were chopped at chin Gray Aliens stuck and skewered Alien Baby was manured Michael Jackson
Information: ------------------- Composed Compiled and Collated by the KLF The KLF would like to thank Evil Graham Lee, Elvis Presley, Nick Coler, Jesus
never have a dream when I go to sleep at night my dream begins when I walk outside now I'm on stage and I feel like I'm looking through Michael Jacksons
never have a dream when I go to sleep at night my dream begins when I walk outside now I?m on stage and I feel like I?m looking through Michael Jacksons
That's what we were, play it guitar, here we go... Well, Elvis started shakin' And the whole world shook a little too I said Elvis started shakin' And
lived in the projects You ain?t no drug dealer Rude bwoy with a temper like a Jamaican off a Haitian boat Carribean ruckus with an Elvis wig Slap the
Boy, the way the Bee Gees played Movies John Travolta made Guessing how much Elvis weighed Those were the days And you knew where you were then Watching
pimpin? Tank tops, flip flops and dress socks Rang dang when he came with the questions Boy, you were young and how goin? for the Lexus I?m sorry, Mr. Jackson
got my lighter up?' 'Cause like the throwback P. Diddy alias I'ma 'Puff' See how we rippin' up tickets that police be writin' us Do like Michael Jackson
Parody of We Are the World by USA For Africa (M. Jackson/L. Ritchie) Brockman Music (ASCAP) Warner Timberlake Music Corp. (BMI) New lyrics by Cledus
stopped being a mousekateer and started actin' slutty. 3. Yeah way down yonder on the Chattahoochee Yeah she wants to be real famous, maybe just like Elvis