sinful than I am I'm reaching for you Wont you take my hand ? CHORUS There's only one choice, one voice That speaks to the heart of the broken man There's only one
One is in the air and one is the chamber Y'all ask me what the fuck I'm doin, I'm releasin anger Quick to dodge danger, I'm takin it one day At a time
one note Could make me float Could make me float away One note from The song she wrote Could fuck me where I lay Just one note Could make me choke One
This one goes out From the bottom of our hearts To the most important lady in our lives It's time to pay some respect I hope you proud of us 'Cause we
choices One hit will have you hearin angel's voices Make you wanna fly, And catch the next plane to the West So you can fill your brain with the best Now Mary Jane
your thing holmes, but I'ma do mine Now fuck that shit up {Chorus) "Doo Wah Ditty" Lil' Rob not even puttin' in one hundred percent But if I did you know that no one
put me down But I was told don't let no one get you down And never wear a frown It's Lil'' Rob the Chicano and proud one Competition none {beat stops
fuck I'll hit you till you bleed And we could just blame it on the weed Little freak Sucking me off making my knees weak Rubbing my nuts when I cum making my voice
fuck wit Jane? Where you and her sleep at Lyrically inclined and inclined to get lyrical Checkin' for residuals, rhymin' be the ritual Ill individual, bad habitat, watch my voice
You You We Are One (repeat) Produced and programmed by David Rosenthal Words and Music - Jane Lead and backing vox-Jane,Dave Rosenthal Piano and keyboards - Reg Webb Bass Guitar - Enrico Milieu Guitar - Jane
One time I saw Canada fall through a hole in the sky I do not know if I was really sad to see her go For in her place there was a herd of early morning
all of the children one by one" Yes, I'll count Gregory and Sue, that makes number 1 and 2 I'll count Boris and Igor that makes number 3 and 4 Maurice, Jane
think you are the one who started that, But you're nothing more than a Copycat Copycat But where's your crown, Plain Jane Copycat, a media machine You get your voice
I had one fortune cookie too many; I burped and got most of my movies crossed. One minute I was seeing Jack Benny In a spaceship from the land of the
bet I'm not the type of guy to run up and down and break out in a sweat I just make the words sound hip I leave it up to jane fonda, to take care of that
Could fuck me where I lay Just one note could make me choke One note that's not a lie Just one note could cut my throat One note could make me die
hears her say, she really does her thing It's her claim to fame, come on, sing one Jane Baby, baby, oh baby Baby, oh baby How about that, let's hear for Jane
