Lyrics:
Oh, can't you see that pretty little bird
Singing with all his heart and soul
He's got a blood red spot on his wing
And all the rest of him is black
There's a story told of a little Japanese
Sitting demurely 'neath the cherry blossom trees
Miss Butterfly's her name
A sweet little innocent child
good, she's good)
Don't you know I'm in heaven now?
And my little dream, is this really real?
I'm scared to pinch myself to find out
My, oh my, it's
ha ha
Big fish eat the little fish, and the rabbit's on the run
Big fish eat the little fish, and the rabbit's on the run
Some folks gettin' too
When John Henry was a little baby
Sittin' on his mama's knee
Well he picked up a feather and a piece of steel
And said that's gonna be the death
say it's no excuse,
You keep running back just to get a little bit of abuse.
You say it's okay,
But I say that it's not right.
You wind him up,
shouting
No shouting
No, no shouting
The little will escort you
To places within your mind
The former is red, white, and blue
The ladder is purple,
All of my life, I've been searching
For the words to say how I feel.
I'd spend my time thinking too much
And leave too little to say what I mean
A little boy with tear dimmed eyes with trembling lips he could not hide
Too young to understand why daddy said goodbye
The Christmas time is
the finger
I guess nobody loves a real nigga-slash-rap singer
I thought I'd bring a little truth to the young troops
I brought proof that the niggas need
talk and your fingertips
Laying down and loving
'Til there's nothing left
[Chorus]
I'll take the little things
The simple pleasures that your
welcome home
Hey God please hear me when I pray
Pray for a little peace 'til we meet again someday
Pray for a little peace 'til we meet again someday
was.
Thanks for the memory
Of Schubert's Serenade,
Little things of jade
And traffic jams
And anagrams
And bills we never paid,
How lovely it
You wait, little girl, on an empty stage
For fate to turn the light on
Your life, little girl, is an empty page
That men will want to write
Men drinking beer with the foam afloat heard
Lay ee odl lay ee odl-oo
One little girl in a pale pink coat heard
Lay ee odl lay ee odl lay hee hoo
She
Hey, little girl,
Comb your hair, fix your make-up.
Soon he will open the door.
Don't think because
There's a ring on your finger,
You needn't
know his name
If the shoe fits oh beware
You might sometimes be unfair
Greed
Just little greed
Greed
Greed
Some of us will go astray
We can't
Oh little town of Bethlehem, how still we see thee lie
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep the silent stars go by
Yet in thy dark streets shineth,
(spoken)
Little Girl: Now the letter is "Q".
And one word that begins with "Q" is "question."
(sung)
Now here is a question,
A question for you
why she left the coast.
She's my little girlzina,
That much hotter that a jalapeno.
Tender like a night in June,
Sweeter than a honeymoon,
"Mommy, mommy, come and look and see what I have found
A little way away from here while digging in the ground."
"Come away, Melinda. Come in
day? Do
You have a little something holy you'd like to say? Something about a magic,
Sacred, holy day. You look holy and humble on your knees, but it
some chips
Her mother approved of me, but her father he don't
He probably won't, shit Pops ain't no punk
Daddy's little girl be in a gangsta's world
Hush my little one don`t cry so
You know your Daddy`s bound to go
They took his pride
They took his voice
Don`t upset him now, don`t make a noise
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