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My, my, my teacher came in class breathin' hard as could be. And then she made a pass at my homeboy D. I said, I said, she's movin' fast, she's lookin' at me. Miss Elaine She's a crazy lady, she
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If I could keep. This moment here. Live away. Get away. . And now I feel you. Cross my heart. Shining shining. Like a jewel. . Ooh. Put me high on a wall. And let's not fall. Let's not
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If I could keep. This moment here. Live away. Get away. . And now I feel you. Cross my heart. Shining shining. Like a jewel. . Ooh. Put me high on a wall. And let's not fall. Let's not
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Song Ten - Jewel. Whoever said love is easy, must've never been in love. Sometimes its a land mine, one wrong step and it blows up. A word, a look, lights a hidden fuse. It's hard to see just what
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Song No More Heartaches - Jewel. Shut up, sweetheart, I want you to hear. I can no longer love the same thing I fear. I can no longer let myself stay close. To the one thing that hurts me the most
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Song Momma's Little Jewel - Mott The Hoople. Momma's little jewel, just out of school. Fresh from the nuns that made you. Don't know why but I'm going to try. To re-in-celibate you. Momma's little
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Song Momma's Little Jewel - Mott The Hoople. Momma's little jewel, just out of school. Fresh from the nuns that made you. Don't know why but I'm going to try. To re-in-celibate you. Momma's little
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Song I Love You Forever - Jewel. You and I walking slowly. Hand in hand. Footprints in the sand. Watch the wind as it plays. Throwing shadows across your face. The sky was so blue. Your eyes so
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My, my, my teacher came in class breathin' hard as could be. And then she made a pass at my homeboy D. I said, I said, she's movin' fast, she's lookin' at me. Miss Elaine She's a crazy lady, she
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Little Johnny Jewel. My little Johnny Jewel. Oh he's so cool. He had no decision. He's just trying to tell a vision. Well some thought it sad. And others thought it mad. They're just
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Midnight not a sound from the pavement. Has the moon lost her memory?. She is smiling alone. In the lamplight, the withered leaves collect at my feet. And the wind begins to moan. Memory, All alo
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