you think you want it, you know y'all can get it Nobody doing it better than AZ, no, no If you, if you think you want it, you know y'all can get it Nobody
Velma Kelly? You're the Velma Kelly? You know I was there that night? I was there that night that you got arrested. [Velma Kelly] Yeah, you're a half
the end of everything Rear the tragedies That the Seraphim shall sing Old adversaries Next to Eve Now they're clawing back I smell their cumming As through
His Dirt And Ilk In The Gut And Gristle On This Ground Where I've Been Lost But Now I'm Found I Got Little Thing For You I Hope You're Gonna Think
I get? That's somethin' I ain't figured out yet Each woman I meet is like a bead that's strung on a string an' I wear 'em like I'm wearin' a necklace
Since she met with a sailor from the land of the free I'm tired of being alone Yankee go home I've lost count of the chewing gum that I've had And vodka
I want you to live and I want you to die. I want you to laugh and I want you to cry. I want you to take and I want you to give And I want you to preach
there's no one left to blame 'cause your friends all went away i'm your destiny tonight got a billion songs to play i'm the reason you've denied and
, lest I might go away. She said, "I love that Irish lad, and he was my only joy, and ever since I saw his face I've loved that soldier boy." Perhaps
, you know it, word! Now I've came here with the main purpose Of granting you your fondest wish" I said, "Herb, my man, just make me fresh And I'm sure that
silk I'm sick of your mouth and your two percent milk And I'm no dope, but I've lost all hope So hit the fuckin' road and piss up a rope You can piss
and you're still with her and the bus and the tourists are gone. And you've thrown away your choice and lost your ticket so you have to stay on. But the
from prince to heroic to Now, King of New York now, as if y'all don't know this. [Chorus] If you, If you think you want it You know y'all can get it
Since she met with a sailor from the land of the free I'm tired of being alone Yankee go home! I lost count of the chewing gum that I've had And coca
't you come alive? I would drag the stars from my own eyes If you?d send me a song from the cloud you?re on Always lost in the same sound Everything
