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Trying on clothes in the dressing
Room of Ralph Lauren
Ivo took off his slacks looking in the
3-way mirror he realized he was hard
Could it be
the pier side.
He's just walkin on down.
His manager come walkin' on down by the pier side.
He says "uh, hi, Jack"
He says "hi manager"
He says
over the inside of his legs!
Soon the booth was filling with flies!
(Help me, help me, help me!)
He held open the legs of his boxer shorts so
to the airport, gets on a plane, and uh, it was July the 6th actually, not alot of people know that, but
Lauren, his very first daughter... he's got three daughters
on a mast
In harbor, by mischance he slipt and fell:
A limb was broken when they lifted him
And while he lay recovering there, his wife
Bore him another son,
the booth was filling with flies!
(help me, help me, help me!)
He held open the legs of his boxer shorts so they could all get in
Yes! and when each
him he wants to be free
He's got no one trying to help him or to save me
Raised by family but not his mom
Bobby at a young age was banished to Guam
but they dragged him by his arm
They took him upstairs
His mum was tied up in the flat to a chair
Soon as he saw, man he rushes over there
I swear
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
of roast meat.
The brief reflection was stopped by a gesture of a man sitting by the bonfire. It was an old Cheyenne with a wistful face; he had laid his
baby,
Sittin' on his daddy's knee
He picked up a hammer, a little piece of steel,
Said hammer be the death of me, Lord, Lord
Said hammer be the death
Can't drive steel like me
Well John Henry drove into the mountain,
His hammer was strikin' fire
He drove so hard he broke his poor heart
And he laid
friend is a tree, and in his
spare time he's a stockbroker. Gervaise Brook-Hampster (M.P.) is in
the Guards, and his father uses him as a wastepaper
old fashion shoe
Found his daddy's hat
And he found little Muley and Muley said
They've been tractored out by the cats
They've been tractored out by
nightshirt baby, hand me my morning gown (repeat 2x)
Don't feel sleepy
I just feel like lyin' down
Gotta help me baby, help me baby
Can't do it all by myself
fashion shoe,
Found his daddy's hat.
And he found little Muley and Muley said,
"They've been tractored out by the cats,
They've been tractored out by
so wide
It's you must come to my chamber there and lie down by my side"
So he wrapped his fiddle in a cloth of green and he stole out on his
Jesus ain’t save him,
Betrayed by his father, still feels the blade on his face,
Case worker came that day, he ran away and became,
Life’s truant, pop
Jesus ain’t save him,
Betrayed by his father, still feels the blade on his face,
Case worker came that day, he ran away and became,
Life’s truant, pop
as he asked me but he went back on his word,
Now, it's five-hundred dollars that my life is worth.
Yes, I've rustled cattle and horses to live,
And I've
ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh)
When God laid his hands (ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh)
When he laid them on me
I told them it's done over and finished (ooh
was Paulie Ann yeah that was his good woman
John Henry threw his hammer over his shoulder and went on home
He laid down to rest his weary back
was Paulie Ann yeah that was his good woman
John Henry threw his hammer over his shoulder and went on home
He laid down to rest his weary back
the great divide, and a white man stiff and still,
Lying there by his lonesome self, and I figured it must be Bill.
So I thought of the contract I'd made
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