A monk with a hard on in a lavender robe
That scratches his thighs for the height that he strode
As he follows a path filled with harried desire »
Altar Boy
Traffic from Paradise
by Rickie Lee Jones
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A monk with a hard-on
And a lavender robe
That scratches his thighs
Through the hat that he strode
As he follows a path
Filled with every desire »
Altar Boy
Useless Trinkets: B-Sides, Soundtracks, Rarities and Unreleased 1996-2007
by Eels
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refined
So I sniff and I lick your envelope and fall to little pieces every time
I wonder what clothes you wear to school; I wonder how you decorate your »
Across the Sea
Pinkerton
by Weezer
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I am trying to live for this moment
Like a monk who is hungry from the belly within
I am trying to run you're reloading what's the deal
What's »
Satellites
This Is How I Kill My Tears
by Red Animal War
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I bag chips at concerts and shows
Get more panties than hoes that boost Victoria Secret clothes
Foes is tagged like ex-foes toes at the coroner's
Kids »
Dangerous Mindz
The Pick, the Sickle and the Shovel
by Gravediggaz
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hot pursuit
Jealously.
All through the night a figure of fright, as I hid my head
And the buried their nose in a cut of my cloths, now torn in »
When in Rome
Farewells & Fantasies
by Phil Ochs
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yards
Warrior monk with a month long bus pass
Odd job Casanova
I write nothing down and keep my clothes in a guitar case
I run with the bulls and swim »
50 Gallon Drum
Talkin' Honky Blues
by Buck 65
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tried to get a rep' off me
Leave him there, never know, get him off me
I remember days when we just fucked bitches
Bought a lot of clothes and just »
We Made It
Supreme Clientele
by Ghostface Killah
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(All)
We live in brooklyn
(Ladybug)
Well keith, cee know, my fist in butters fro
(All)
We live in brooklyn
(Guru)
The fly clothes, cash flow, »
Borough Check
Blowout Comb
by Digable Planets
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Buddhist monk says
Babe, I'm on fire
Babe, I'm on fire
Hit me up, baby, and knock me down
Drop what you're doing and come around
We can hold hands »
Babe, I'm on Fire
Nocturama
by Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds
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the mic and we flip It fifty million ways
They don't know
Sloppy with your flows you bore me at your shows
Whack clothes and pitiful karaoke demos »
They Don't Know
S.I.O.S.O.S., Vol. 1
by Spooks
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start to black out bitches pass out
Stick my black dick in they mouth and dig they back out
Black monk like Thesalonius, the government got a black »
Blak Iz Blak
Bamboozled [Clean]
by Cano Grills
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shade of the universe
Yo, yo
Yo when mo black start to black out bitches pass out
Stick my black dick in they mouth and dig they back out
Black monk »
Blak Iz Blak
Bamboozled
by Cano Grills
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To see these ladies strip
And take off all their clothes
I do not know why
They choose such a spot
I just don't know why
We get hot
It's probably cause »
Here I Come
Anghellic
by Tech N9ne
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It's the budhist monks, with the certified mc's
I'll make you nod your head like Parkinson's disease
Sin sanity's but don't step to our click
I got »
The Certificate
Calling
by Hilltop Hoods
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