Lyrics:
a big fat pack upon his back
And lots of goodies for you and for me
So leave a peppermint stick for old St. Nick
Hanging on the Christmas tree
It's
across a meadow
Pickin' up lots of forget me nots
You make me feel so young
You make me feel there are songs to be sung
Bells to be rung
you require a lot
Just need some tender love and care, girl
I give good love
I'll buy your clothes
I'll cook your dinner too (yeah)
Soon as I get
me good with the create gun
Shoot the people and lots of fun
Everybody we created
Havin' lots of fun
Let's move the party over to star one
Milwaukee
Lynchburg and Bordeaux, France
Been making the bars lots of big money
And helping white people dance
I got you in trouble in high school
But
Next time you're found, with your chin on the ground
There a lot to be learned, so look around
Just what makes that little old ant
Think he'll
another town
Backed up with capricious souls
I got a long way to go.
I got a lot left to say
To the empty seat
The stood beside me through the fray
thought it was quite a joke
And it got lots of laughs from a lot of folks
It seems I had to fight my whole life through
Some gal would giggle and I'd get
You're my mem'ry No 1
I've got lots of golden memories of a million things I've said and done
But when I seperate them darling you're my mem'ry No
raspy, tell you what I want you to know
Fuck what you ask me, you probably don't want me to blow
I got a lot of horsepower so I'm able to skip
Usually
And all of this the Devil's plot (God)
I got awards, a lot of plaques
But they don't keep my soul intact (nah)
You lose your mind and gain the racks
chest
Oh how I'll miss your tenderness
But there's no use cryin' because loves a grown up game
A little pleasure then a-lot of pain
First we called
There were three brothers in merry Scotland,
In merry Scotland there were three, aye,
And they did cast lots which of them should go,
Should go,
blood up in your mouth
There's a lot of killers, but who the hell are you to play in this?
A lot are dead, how the hell you take the pain?
Live with it
I Was Thinking About That Summer So Long Ago
Pack Up Your Bags And Yell "Geronimo".
That Was A Golden Summer, Laught A Lot.
Laughing At The Good
on Sunday, oh, by the way
Said he saw a girl that looked a lot like you upon Choctaw Wridge
She and Billie Joe was throwin' something off the Tallahatchie
the music
so dreamy and sad.
You could tell me a lot. But it's not
in a gentleman's code.
Let's make it one for my baby
and one more for the road.
You may
the linnets nest,
And more on the five-barred gate.
Timothy too his time to school,
But he lost it all and was late.
Timothy has a lot to do -
How shall it all
You know, a lot of people ask me
Why I feel, that, you know
I've gotten a lot of notoriety so quickly
And, umm, I don't know
People seem to be
have
But God bless the child
That's got his own, that's got his own
Money you've got lots of friends
Crowding around the door
When you're gone
we're singin' about?)
(For the love of Jesus, let's do it)
Sweet love
I need a whole lot of love, sugar
I need a whole lot of sweet love
It's
Free my partners (John Wick)
'Til they free it's fuck the cops (fuck 'em)
They know I geek a lot
They don't know I keep a Glock (clueless)
Ain't
you
My jewelry earth blue, some say it's earth green
I'm like whatever, my shit mean and obscene
Now, I've been seen on a lot of different scenes
you, anyway?
Twenty-two
Smart girl
Shouldn't we open some champagne?
Best I can offer is a stroll to the
Water cooler at the end of the lot
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