Between the dead ring ash of extreme defense The lonely groups of company boys Snapping pictures of scrawny limbs and toothy grins These are children
over your place today In a roundabout sort of way Nothing holding me Just the company Gentle giving the afternoon Don't ever try to be any more Michael
Got a full magazine that's hotter than their Source And I'm the rap era, parents of Michael Air Jordan With Chicago in cursive and Chorinc and coach
the brave new world... Buster and his company look good in black they're looking for a way out of the cul-de-sac tearing through the phone book and
in a shell By days he pulls the trap line By night he lives alone Don't really feel like company it's just him and his fridge and his phone Chorus:
And when you feelin' down recharge Now and, forevers, them emperors, are nova The lovin', the huggin', will never be over Back up back up boy, don't
MICHAEL STEWART - Original lyrics by MORT DIXON and JOE YOUNG Woman 1: I'm grabbin' my hat and coat. Man 1: I'm leavin' the cat a note. Man 1 and Woman
home for two months. He came into the apartment at 3 o'clock in the morning, set fire to the drapes and carpets and then woke up me and my sister, carried
Shhh. Let him concentrate. ANN.: He seems to be losing concentration. ROBERTA: Whatcha got, Boo? ANN.: Is this the end for Michael Singer? ROBERTA: The
The warden threw a party in the county jail. The prison band was there and they began to wail. The band was jumpin' and the joint began to swing. You
no wrong and I became The Invisible Boy, the proverbial 'black sheep' and I soon figured out that red and black don't mix. The beatings I received became more and
and I became The Invisible Boy, the proverbial 'black sheep' and I soon figured out that red and black don't mix. The beatings I received became more and
asked which way we were headed I said "sir let's just go west" and he listened obediently Sophie only wanted to listen to radio BBC Michael sat on my knees and
of friends and wine Of sharing curries and getting shitty With good-looking hippies With fairies on their spines And butterflies on their titties. And
can do bad on my own And I don't need no company lil momma Even tho I know you give graded on I rather play my Xbox 360 while smoking and sipping drank
will But deep inside my heart Time stands still [Chorus:] Stay for awhile Well it's good to see Your smile And I love your company Stay for awhile And
over your place today in a round-about sort of way Nothing holding me just the company gentle killing of the afternoon Don't ever try to be anymore Michael
with pop duke And my handicapped brothers and sisters, and we had no loot That's when the Feds came by And surrounded the house They had automatic weapons, and
