Lyrics:
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It sure felt nice
Little silver heart
That you once adored
And you don't wear my heart
Around your neck no more
You're too good for this
Stars shining bright above you
Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you"
Birds singing in the sycamore tree
Dream a little dream of me
Say
watch out, you better not cry
Better not pout, I'm telling you why
Santa Claus is comin' to town
With little tin horns and little toy drums
Rooty
got the Mustang loaded
I've got a wrong to right
I've got a little red bullet
Let's kill Saturday night
Knock it out of its misery
Nail that coffin
Stars shining bright above you
Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you"
Birds singing in the sycamore tree
Dream a little dream of me
Say
Rain)
It's soakin' wet in the middle of the afternoon
A little honky tonk
Heavy pettin and rye
Playin' David Allen Coe
Well, please come to Boston
learning
I cried for you; what a fool I used to be
Now I found two eyes just a little bit bluer
I found a heart just a little bit truer
I cried for you;
song
It was a ditty, he learned in the city
Comma ti yi yi yeah
Comma ti yippity yi yeah
Get along, get hip little doggies
Get along, better be
Stars shining bright above you
Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you"
Birds singing in the sycamore tree
Dream a little dream of me
Say
watch out, you better not cry
Better not pout, I'm telling you why
Santa Claus is comin' to town
With little tin horns and little toy drums
Rooty
watch out, you better not cry
Better not pout, I'm telling you why
Santa Claus is comin' to town
With little tin horns and little toy drums
Rooty
song
It was a ditty, he learned in the city
Comma ti yi yi yeah
Comma ti yippity yi yeah
Get along, get hip little doggies
Get along, better be
Holds the shackles as a threat
To the little boy of which requirements
This little boy he has not met
Thrown in a dungeon of confinement
That is
heart and see my mornin' sun
And if that's not lovin' me
Then all I've got to say
God didn't make little green apples
And it don't rain in
out, you better not cry
Better not pout, I'm telling you why
Santa Claus is comin' to town
With little tin horns and little toy drums
Rooty toot
to heaven in a little rowboat.
Clap Pat Clap Pat Clap Pat Slap! Clap Pat!
Clap your hand, Pat it on your partner's hand . . . Right Hand.
Clap Pat Clap
watch out, you better not cry
Better not pout, I'm telling you why
Santa Claus is comin' to town
With little tin horns and little toy drums
Rooty
a mine in a mine he hides
Come to me
Aaaah!
As a little little girl, I by mummy mummy heard
There's a tale to fear about a maniac out there
[Intro]
I dedicate this
To the only girl I ever loved
[HOOK] 2X
Won't you please, come out and play with me
My little ecstacy
[Verse 1]
I done
Hey, are you lonesome?
All alone?
Are you looking for someone
To call your own?
Hey, little honey
Don't be shy
Give me your body
I'll give
lovely evening
In a little Spanish town
'Twas on a night like this
Stars were peek-a-booing down
'Twas on a night like this
I whispered "Be true
But I like it, I love it, I want some more of it
I try so hard, I can't rise above it
Don't know what it is 'bout that little gal's lovin'
But I like
watch out, you better not cry
Better not pout, I'm telling you why
Santa Claus is comin' to town
With little tin horns and little toy drums
Rooty
to the Westside
Another fallen victim to a homicide
It's Mr. Shadow putting it down for Beyond
I'm a motherfucking soldier, one little word and it's on
Bring it
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