Lyrics:
The way you wear your hat
The way you sip your tea
The memory of all that
No they can't take that away from me
The way your smile just beams
persons, foxhunting
Yes, well I don't mind that quiet so much
But anyways its tradition but tea parties on the ceiling
I ask you, having tea parties
I need you for my own
Oh, I can't break away
I must have you everyday
As regularly as coffee or tea
You've got me in your clutches and I can't
Worcestershire
You're the nook of my sail boat
You're the captain and crew
You will always be my necessity
I'd be lost without you
Why don't we do, tea for two?
own
Oh, I can't break away
I must have you everyday
As regularly as coffee or tea
You've got me in your clutches
And I can't break free
You're getting
I'm hot like six big women in a sauna
Ya honor me and my bass rumble in my 4Runner
Woo, it's hot in here
Ooh, ha, ha, it's hot in here
Open my tea
to the King, Gayle
That thirty-year-old tea, so stale
Kylie kicked you out and made you stumble to the car
Barbz, I need a good alcohol bar
Roman, wait, that
man is crazy, you the type, though
You was lyin' to the Queen, then you went lyin' to the King, Gayle
That thirty-year-old tea, so stale
Kylie kicked
We're an oyster cracker on the stew
And the honey in the tea
We're the sugar cubes, one lump or two
In the black coffee
The golden crust
I was up in New York City,
Just the other week.
You shoulda seen the waitress face
When I ordered sweet tea.
She said "we don't have that here"
And I
Even Gabel had me to tea
But now I'm broken hearted
Can't get started with you
You're so supreme
The lyrics I write of you
Dream, dream, day
Sugar mama, it'll ease my misery
Now I want coffee sweet in the mornin'
You know I'm crazy 'bout that tea at night, yeah yeah
I want coffee sweet in
been doin' somethin'
Yeah, Mozelle when you know it wrong
Mozelle, you know you liked your whiskey
Don't forget I likes my tea, yeah
Mozelle, you know
Picture you upon my knee,
Just tea for two and two for tea,
Just me for you
And you for me alone.
Nobody near us
To see us or hear us,
No
Baptized in 100 proof and saved by the blood of the lamb
This is the New South, still drink our tea from a Mason jar
We're the backbone of this country
Even Gabel had me to tea
But now I'm broken hearted
Can't get started with you
You're so supreme
The lyrics I write of you
Dream, dream, day
for my own
Oh, I can't break away
I must have you every day
As regularly as coffee or tea
You've got me in your clutches
And I can't get free
You're
I found your shopping list upon the kitchen table
It read milk, tea and oranges
It read bullets for the pistol
Between the ashtray flowtray
And your
Sitting at my table, having some tea
Chatting with a bloke who's dead from strangling
I'm a lonely man in need of company
I only have to kill men
will do,
My friend
And I'll be reading in the kitchen,
Sipping lazy cups of tea, I won't be,
Brooding in my bedroom with the,
Shutters down on me,
Taking gulps, of big blue sea, of georgia peach and texas tea. The sands of time, stuck in your shoe that make you cross, they make you blue.
Fevered dreams of broken things that may come true.
She says that your magic charms, they won't save you.
Read it in my palms, read it in my tea
on the garden hose and
Aim it at the patio
Iced tea, you and me
Pink flamingo (kind of love)
Let the clothesline be our fortress
Gas up the tiki torches
Sun
they turn out the lights
A nice cup of tea and you'll be feeling alright
Don't fret, you'll recover yet you'll see
So keep on sending dirty postcards
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