Lyrics:
before the Buddhists
Who tracked 50,000 years of saints
Saints who taught kindness
Saints who taught letting go
Saints who taught how to be brothers with
of the country;
Clearly Celtic territory in the language and music, and a place I must visit
Again soon...We arrived a day early; band et al went for a wonderful
the wonderful times
I miss the feeling
I'm missing you by my side
I miss the feeling
The passenger seat in my ride is empty
But for you my heart is overflowing
my chimney at night
(Jolly 'Ol Saint)
All I want for Christmas is my Santa baby
To shower me with gifts and
Maybe make 'em bigger
Most wonderful time
The colors are black and gold so lovely to the eyes
Saints fans yelling Who Dat to who ever passes by
I smell hot sausage, ribs, and red beans, crawfish
Cause when we getting more green than a counterfeit machine
That's something that I gotta be apart of
Sticking by my people that is what my heart love
So
tailored by the King
Drip different when I walk
I'm serving up these rappers, I might go eat them for lunch
This designer flow, yeah I call that Saint
seen niggas try to cross the line
Shawty gon suck at a drop of a dime
I'm finna have me a wonderful time
I'm finna have me a wonderful time
I'm finna
did everything
We did everything
That we could ever want to do
Without kids always here
Yes dear
Wonderful
I miss the sex
Oh my God, the sex was
Oh, baby life could be something wonderful
Wonderful
You keep me satisfied
I need you by my side
But you want to leave today
Don't throw it
has gone
And you are not the only one
To be scared beyond repair
by all my lies
What a wonderful day to call it off
Shu-ba-ru-ba
What a wonderful day
Oh, baby life could be something wonderful
Wonderful
You keep me satisfied
I need you by my side
But you want to leave today
Don't throw it
right up to the end
That wonderful one-two-three-four legged friend
A two legged hombre is worthless as sand
He'll smile like a saint with a gun in
right up to the end
That wonderful one-two-three-four legged friend
A two legged hombre is worthless as sand
He'll smile like a saint with a gun in
right up to the end
That wonderful one-two-three-four legged friend
A two legged hombre is worthless as sand
He'll smile like a saint with a gun in
Cassius up
Tell me, where's the catapult?
I wanna stone the jailhouse
Free the population
Rebuild homes that miss a male spouse
Instead of JPAYing to help
right up to the end
That wonderful one-two-three-four legged friend
A two legged hombre is worthless as sand
He'll smile like a saint with a gun in
are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
Who's wonderful, who's marvelous?
Miss Annabelle Lee
(My Annabelle Lee)
Who's kissable, who's lovable?
Miss Annabelle Lee
Ain't she pretty, baby?
of this life
A celebration for the saints
The elevation of the bride
What a beautiful day
What a beautiful sometime
What a wonderful age it is
gonna meet me eye-to-eye
I must be brighter than the sun
Or else you've gone completely shy
Am I handy poltergeist?
By day a busy little elf
A saint
When we were young, it seemed that life was so wonderful
A colorful miracle
Remember how everything was so beautiful?
I miss the old days when
Hanuman-ji's Incarnation
The words of vibhishana were right as it seems
I wholly accept them as the truth Supreme
"None can meet a saint without God's grace,
By
Hanuman-ji's Incarnation
The words of vibhishana were right as it seems
I wholly accept them as the truth Supreme
None can meet a saint without God's grace
By
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