Lyrics:
Well, I've had cold and humid mornings on city streets and back porches
But I ain't never breathed a breath as fresh as you
And I've seen children
She likes it hot, she likes it humid
She likes my cake, and she's not stupid
She likes my sugar, she likes my bread
I'm ready to attack
She
Little Sheba
Chorus
Now to make a long story
Just a little bit longer
Little Sheba was humbled on that humid night
She returned from emergency
late
Cut in half
Plus lots of [drama?] now you're losing face
You drove out
Before the city woke up so still
Humid air
And stories of you live
dance
Out in the garden when it's late
Cut in half
Plus lots of drum
Now you're losing face
You drove out
Before the city woke up so still
Humid air
frost!
Hot and humid nights can be expected.
Vincent 95, Guadeloupe 97, Santo Domingo 99. Pardon me? 105?
We're having a heatwave, a tropical heatwave,
That humid cave in the park could tell us something
The neighborhood water is baptized
Close to the trash the same choker an old gift
Given to the love
Jamaica
Moderately high air pressure will cover the NE and (where else?)
The Deep South, Small danger of (what?) Fruit frost!
Hot and humid nights can be
Someone must console these lonesome daughters
No written word or ballad will appease them
Cowboy and the cop shot down the ladiesman
The humid nights in
single place I go
And it was cool and it was quiet
In the humid marsh down there
I let my head sink down beneath the brackish water
Felt it gumming
Hot and humid nights can be expected.
Vincent 95, Guadeloupe 97, Santo Domingo 99. Pardon me? 105?
We're having a heatwave, a tropical heatwave,
never make it out
If I ever make it out send me back in
Got lost got found
Got a feeling I should lose it all again
OK, heaven is a humid room
It emulate
Levis put a taper on my dungarees
But I'm still on the block when its a-hundred-three
And humid in the city, but I'm sitting comfortably, yeah (hey)
and
Where else?
The deep south
Small danger of
What?
Fruit frost
Hot and humid nights can be expected
Saint Vincent ninety five!
Guadalupe ninety
get with it
Blue-eyed Bentley, knew I'd get it, uh-huh
From the streets of the dirty, it's humid and muddy
We get money or it get bloody, ya hoid me?
Y'all are not, I'm a pessimist
Can't touch it I'm too cold
Check the story I'm the truth told
City humid in the summertime but I be iced out and I'm
(to)
I ain't too proud to beg (beg)
Even though I never do it (do)
I'll fly you to the coast (coast)
Know where it's hot and humid
I'll put you
go.
and it was cool, and it was quiet
in the humid marsh down there.
i let my head sink down beneath the brackish water,
felt it gumming up my hair.
bleeding acid this is
Best inspired by your doubt
All through flood fire and drowning all
Tied rapidy into humid winds
Lucid lens bend vigil spectrum's
I tell ‘em you askin’ the wrong human
Soon as I hit the booth it gets humid
I’m shootin’ at vanilla skies
My dreams are lucid
Hallucinatin’, creatin’
and humid wind that blew
The dust and all the crumpled papers down the avenue
The sidewalk cracks will make my life complete
Gee, but it's great to be back in
convexed with no F
Six steps to infected waste container misery
Fat thighs chafe in the summer from humidity
Humid unhuman
Brains that bloom tulips
Caught
to ravage the earth
Oh
Last night when you left me
I took a walk through the fog
And the gossamer ride of the stong womb
The haunting strangely humid
of little joys
My blue eyes are wrapped in grey
I'm a big mess
I loved you once, but none to blame
A foggy peak in the August rain
A humid heat that
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