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Arleen ah mussi dream yuh deh dream You shouldn't soil mi gabardine You shouldn't soil mi gabardine Me seh go wash it at di stream Me seh go wash it
vie, mon histoire Et ma gabardine Et mes p'tits cal'çons Ma ch'mise en mouss'line Je n'sais vraiment plus où c'qu'ils sont Une bonne nouvelle : hier soir
Sautons sans parapluie, allons au paradis N'écoute pas B.2.O, ne fais pas ce que Mala dit Génération Mad Max, armé sous la gabardine Taffer de 9 à 5,
Je ne suis pas vraiment du matin Je patine sur ma tartine fine Je regarde les news ,je pense à demain Je regarde ma mine en gabardine 20 ans de free
garagiste elle est sale sa gabardine Elle est sale sa, sa vilaine blouse en jean Au garagiste elle est sale sa, sa gabardine Elle est sale sa, sa vilaine
J'ai peur de les choquer y faut qu'je croppe le texte Attends J'ai sorti les katas de David Carradine Bacardí et flingue sous la gabardine À l'issue tout
the gabardine suit was a spy I said, "Be careful, his bowtie is really a camera" "Toss me a cigarette, I think there's one in my raincoat" "We smoked
the gabardine suit was a spy I said, "Be careful, his bowtie is really a camera" "Toss me a cigarette, I think there's one in my raincoat" "We smoked
There's a sale on our gabardine suits today They're all thirty percent off from yesterday There's Fortrel polyester, leather, wool and tweed Just
mêmes causes J'suis dans la cuisine, CC, j'coupe au lactose Batman, renard, shooter, Rooney Son gabardine, j'tire comme Omar Batman, renard,
the gabardine suit was a spy I said be careful his bow tie is really a camera Toss me a cigarette, I think there's one in my raincoat We smoked the last one
She said the man in the gabardine suit was a spy I said "Be careful, his bowtie is really a camera" "Toss me a cigarette, I think there's one in my
pops stuck up dope spots Big black and mean with the Fifth by the gabardine What you expected from his next of kin? I'm loco bro, but ain't no Mexican I
of roasted Dacron And some french fried gabardine His cloth goes shining on Glory, glory Harry Lewis Glory, glory Harry Lewis Glory, glory Harry Lewis
of roasted Dacron And some french fried gabardine His cloth goes shining on Glory, glory Harry Lewis Glory, glory Harry Lewis Glory, glory Harry Lewis
(Ha ha ha) new releases Label ceases to release it Magazine pieces lambo leases Gabardine creases what we gonna do? Fashionistas lovin’ that music Lost
time keepin' it concealed I wonder what it mean, it's probably self-esteem They fiendin' to be seen, get hemmed like Gabardines Cats think it can't
1: Beluga. Gazebo. 1: Gabardine. 1: Gazebo. 3: Igloo. 2: Bulbous bouffant. 3: Ploy. 1: Plethora. 3: Macadamia. 2: Bamboozle. 1: Beluga.
Foolsome flesh allowances The pansies raided the pantry of Gabardine dreams, promiscuous Delight, deny not the flavor Custard dreams Abusing, musing
cloth Where one end must be velvet soft, the other denim and gabardine We were Sunday morning church, assigned seats at the dinner table Four older
round The pretty little patter of a seaport town Rolling in the water and rolling down the old main drag All dolled up in gabardine
smooth like gabardine Tryin' to hang out with Dove and catch love in Aberdeen (word up) I bag dimes like my man born on August 17 (you know) Life ain't
smooth like gabardine Tryin' to hang out with Dove and catch love in Aberdeen (word up) I bag dimes like my man born on August 17 (you know) Life ain't
round The pretty little patter of a seaport town Rolling in the water and rolling down the old main drag All dolled up in gabardine
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