paunches bursting their pants
Grinding women to paunch
They've forgotten the tune
That their whiskey voice croaks
Splitting the night with the
Roar »
Amsterdam Scott
by Scott Walker
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his eye
Sittin down you saw his paunch
So he stood up
And he gazed across the room
The toxin squeezed the head
So he slipped back
He knew he »
Highball With the Devil Highball with the Devil
by Les Claypool
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Clear skin, clear head
Clear smile, dead style
Designer beach clothes
A little bit of a paunch.
This beach-boy Achilles,
A former leading »
The Heads of Dead Surfers Houdini
by Long Fin Killie
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bursting their pants, binding woman to paunch.
They've forgotten the tune that their whiskey voice croaks.
And they're aplitting the night with the roar »
Amsterdam Take Me to Tomorrow
by John Denver
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dance
Paunches bursting their pants
Grinding women to porch
They've forgotten the tune
That their whiskey voice croaked
Splitting the night
With »
Amsterdam Rare
by David Bowie
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James bondage is a man I know I picked him up pumping gas up on castro I knew he was the one for me Grey temples and a little paunch Looks like he »
James Bondage Deflowered
by Pansy Division
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