Lyrics:
asks
He was there, all right
Only not so contrite!
She wasn't no match for such craft, you see
And everyone thought it so droll
They figured she
a sap.
Let their heads roll.
Let their heads roll.
Don't look so droll.
You can use ‘em to bowl.
Why waste your time
Wavin' street corner signs
When
mountains
And I'm going home
Just been by the roadsign and I'm going back
The lark overhead wings a welcoming cry
No longer the droll plight; once
- oh please my generation.
Your old slogans seems so quaint and droll in your head.
Is that an open mind or just a hole in your head?
Some dead
Spoken:
Hup 2, 3, 4
Keep it up 2, 3, 4
Company sound off!
Sung:
Oh, the aim of our patrol
Is a question rather droll
For to march and drill
over
Joanne
And if you give a damn
Maureen
A lovable, droll geek
Joanne
Take me baby or leave me
Maureen
And anal retentive
Both
That's it!
Joanne
And yes, that devil is me
You think you're winning this time, how droll
But I fixed the fight
There's no hope in sight
The deal is airtight
And I own your
to the King
He's no flash in the pan
He's always on the scene
When there's a job to be done
There's balls by Picasso and L.O.A.Q.I.C
And it's oh so droll with
ain’t petite
2:28
On this road yea
Smoking on this droll yea
My mind just can’t go yea
Living with my hoes yea
This shit is my vibe yeah
She
drown you in my still flow and
Put the X's on your eyes
Take a roll of the dice, Pete
Cause your Punishment's droll
Go back to your semi tary
You
τον θεό μου
Bad lil bitch είμαι hero
Δίνω φράγκα στην μαμά μου όταν μένει με zero
Ρομαντικός δίνω d-rolls
Είμαι ο καλύτερός σου φίλος
Ξέρω δεν σε
Under moon, spring time still to come
"If I keep questing
I may find some settling!"
Jack-in-the-Green show me your droll
Face of wood
Look around
the memo
Leave me straight, run from the demo
Nigga had to change up the tempo
Niggas think shit is so simple
Seem to be a dog with a lucky D-roll
Smoke
on my face
Dipping fingers in my blood
Look, it's for you from your heartless clown
Does this grin make me droll now
Why don't you smile, why don't
Under (the) moon, spring time still to come
"If I keep questing, I may find some settling!"
Jack-in-the-Green show me your droll face of wood
Look
you are beautiful
you play, and everyday you're feeling more empty and droll
why lie, if suddenly you're feeling like you lose control
so you sigh, you
merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white
Of a'the lads in tinwald woun
The lovely fair, the black or broun
There never was sae droll a loon
As bonnie Johnnie Lowrie
My dad a peck o'lint did
merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white
merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white
merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white
tok tick tok
Tick tok tick
bustin through the atmosphere
Flying through the sky
Stop the worry give up control
Lifes to short to do be so droll, oh
tell me something, isn't this a bit drastic
My smiles are turning to plastic
Mirror mirror on the wall
What's the secret for staying droll
You know it
nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow
and the beard on his chin was as white as the snow
The stump of a pipe he held
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