Lyrics:
, looka there
(Can you stand me? Can you stand me?) La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
(Can you stand me? Can you stand me? Can you stand by me?)
three
Oh yeah yeah oh yeah yeah yeah yeah
(Ooh) oh yeah yeah
Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah (Ooh)
Never had much faith in love or miracles
(Ooh) never wanna put
know there's got to be some kind of explanation
There's got to be, there's got to be
Lord, lord, lord, lord I ain't done nothing wrong
So tell me
Aynsley Dunbar (drums)
Jim Pons (bass, vocals, dialog)
Bob Harris (keyboards, vocals)
Don Preston (mini-moog)
You are... you gotta tell me something... I
The Adventures of Ichabod and Mr toad
Popularized by Bing Crosby
(17) Gina Lollobrigida: Famous Italian
Actress born 1927, still living (93 in 2021)
One
get snaked, you can get faked
Out by the bitch that you feelin'
'Cause you thought that she was an angel
That bitch ain't no angel, I treat her halo
the glock to my temple and this woman came jogging by
She was almost the last one that ever saw me while I
I was still alive
So I loaded the bullets, now just
back home, tries to tell his wife
Only finding there's nobody home, now he knows that he's really alone
Then he calls up his lady, she says, What do you
yeah
Hold me hold me hold me
I love it when you put them pretty lips on me
Purple kisses purple kisses
She kiss me from my head down to my feet
Ooh ooh my body and everything
Thеy ain't give you things like I do
They don't ball
Thеy don't take you to the games like I do
This a ticket
She don't
you can get faked
Out by the bitch that you feelin'
'Cause you thought that she was an angel
That bitch ain't no angel, I treat her halo like
turned to Faith
But you ain't never gon get into
Heaven with that dirty face
I'm pretty sure one of the main requirements
To get through the pearly gates
on the roof, mane (Gucci gang)
Savage got shooters in the booth, mane (that's it right there, Gnealz)
This nigga talkin' crazy 'bout who, mane?
Shot a pussy
Baby obedient she been listening
Building this wealth ooh I be teaching it
Popping her top like the syrup that I used to sip
I'm unforgettable she
hate them B.O.B. niggas cause we lit (B.O.B. nigga)
Aye ayeee Chief she ain't lit enough
I told leave emotions put yo feelings up
Bend her over touch yo
ain't as
Happy as can be
She in the other room
And you grab your keys
Walk out the door
Your head still hot
So you blow off some steam
Streaming through
blowing up her phone last night
But she ain't have her ringer nor her ring on last night, oh
Nigga, that's that nerve
Why give a bitch your heart
When
to see her, almost time to get my fix
I just can't wait to see her pretty face
She's not like all these others on the paper chase
She's the kind
by her tray,
But she couldn't believe her sweet young ears when the waitret heard me say:
Oh, waitret, please, waitret, come sit down on my fate,
hearin' 'em
(This America man)
Blasted off a tab yeah I'm tweakin' already
Heard there's a party at The Lodge, gotta start sippin' steady
Yeah I been in
“Put a little Twang on it” by ckintunde Michael Kayode
How ya doin' Gramps
I just met this girl named Dawn
Told her I'm a singer
She said
uptonight, yeah
Hold me hold me hold me
I love it when you put them pretty lips on me
Purple kisses purple kisses
She kiss me from my head down to my
there's a Heaven
You would think they'd let ya
Speak to your son
(Pretty sweet) Maybe she has in the
Form of a baby's laugh
I heard passing by in a
Stroller
go by and her belly gets big
The father bails out, he ain't ready for a kid
Knowin' her mama will blow it all outta proportion
Plus she lives poor,
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