. If only in my dreams. . Won't you please have snow and mistletoe. And presents under the tree for me, for me. . Christmas eve will find me. Where the love light gleams. I'll be home for
Sometimes I'm in the mood, I wanna leave my lonesome home. And sometimes I'm in the mood, I wanna hear my milk cow moan. And sometimes I'm in the mood, I wanna hit the highway road. But then again
. Made in America, I was brought up on the street. My old man's independence seemed good enough for me. I was made in America, made in America Never cared much about politics 'til I was twenty one. But
hand, Baby. Cried begging you not to go. . I would search all night for you, Baby. Lord, and my search would always end in vain. I would search all night for you, Baby. Lord, and my search would
C'est. si bon Lovers. say that in France When. they thrill to romance It. means that it's so good C'est. si bon So. I say it to you Like. the French people do Because. it's oh so good Bubba
grew so bad, so bad. So bad, I'm so bad. So bad, I'm so bad. So bad Oh I know that sight in you. I'll be that pretty noise through, I'll be that sonnet for you. So bad, I'm so bad. So bad, I'm so
grew so bad, so bad. So bad, I'm so bad. So bad, I'm so bad. So bad Oh I know that sight in you. I'll be that pretty noise through, I'll be that sonnet for you. So bad, I'm so bad. So bad, I'm so
. She like the price, she see the ice it make her coochie melt. When I met her in the club I asked her who she felt. Then she went and put that booty on that Gucci belt. We don't got no label. She say she
approach andI stare at them stones. Make you move in with the coach and leave them players alone. We could talk 'bout it, get a bottle, pull the cork out it. One convo and then you in the condo I've been
. Excuse me for trying to help you. They won't be satisfied till I'm locked up in Belleview. I guess they don't tell you this job sucks dick!. I run New York and it feels like *!. . Billie Joe
her words (words). Caught in your throat. . As the language dissolves and the sentence lifts. A slow alphabet of rain is whispering. "Aabettipachdefg". Since I replace the 'I' in 'live' with an 'o