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you baby Love don't love you honey Ain't it hard to believe No, no, no, no Love don't love you baby Any love don't love ya honey Ad lib until fade
Lib burned Birth certificate papers And I laugh to myself at The men and the ladies Who never conceived of us Billion dollar babies lada da da da
In this man's world, so much for Women's Lib New York New York big city of dreams But everything in New York ain't always what it seems You
pink high chairs While Mother's Lib burned birth certificate papers Dad gets his allowance from his sonny the dealer Who's pubic to the world but
The girls in New York City, they all march for women's lib And better homes and garden shows the modern way to live And the pill may change the world
tryin' to write a couple of lines Sheriff Gribbs in his grim ad libs Spoutin' about the crime in the street And women were screamin' and Some was dreamin'
Well I'm tellin the truth now, I don't fib I don't mind no women's lib But if my woman don't want to go down to the store The family ain't gonna eat no
must be a G-d somewhere 2x (ad lib) I hear music in the air (I hear music in the air) I hear music everywhere (everywhere) There must be a G-d
money money money. Money money, money money money. Lord made a lady out of Adam's rib, Next thing you know, you got women's lib. Lovely to look upon,
Stank you (ay, ay, John) very much Are we recording our ad libs? I think I'm in love (really?) (Love) again Were we recording just then? Let me hear
Talk to me baby tell me lies Tell me lies as sweet as apple pies And if your lips have never told a fib You might ad lib with your eyes Ooh,
supposed to be with me [CHORUS] [Ad lib] [CHORUS]
of view Her ad lib lines were well rehearsed But my heart cried out for you You're in my heart, you're in my soul You'll be my breath should I grow old You
alike, all holes are not a crack. When in doubt, vamp. Or at least ad-lib. And of course you know that spit don't make babies." She smiled, and said,
(ooh-ooh) Somebody, somebody, somebody [ad-lib]
In this man's world, so much for Women's Lib New York New York big city of dreams But everything in New York ain't always what it seems You
to change my point of view Her ad lib lines were well rehearsed But my heart cried out for you You're in my heart, you're in my soul You'll be my breath
the wrong nigga to bang with Glock pop, we'll murder ya, B'Ville nigga You dialed the dirtiest (we bang) we give 'em the whole thang! {*ad libs
else but doubt In the Magnum, holding Magnums with a Magnum Nigga, ad-lib and I sing out loud Never had friends, never had ends, never had hope They
a God somewhere 2x (ad lib) I hear music in the air (I hear music in the air) I hear music everywhere (everywhere) There must be a God somewhere (there
mothers' lib burns birth certificate papers And dad gets his allowance from his sonny the dealer Who's pubic to the world but involved in high finance
else but doubt In the Magnum, holding Magnums with a Magnum Nigga, ad-lib and I sing out loud Never had friends, never had ends, never had hope They
I'm riding in a jet Say I'm goin, goin, goin, goin Goin, goin, goin, goin Ad libs (New York, look out here we come) Here we, here we come, yeah
ad-libs I think I'm a genius, hundred grand a fucking feature I do at least three a week, roll up the fucking reefer Went from Benihana to Bimini in
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