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You got me wrapped around your little finger
Oh, good lookin' girl
That little dimple when you smile might as well be a hook in my heart
It's so
Nigga, I'm lookin', I send my niggas to book him
We'll dead a pussy nigga on the work
Go 'head, nigga, get a little heart, get murked
Bitch, I be ridin'
the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
I see ya' little speed
the Mediterranean sea
In the morning, signorina, we'll go walking
Where the mountains help the moon come in to sight
And by the little jewelry shop we'll stop
gonna build a little home for two three or four or more
In love land for me and my gal
And sometime I'm gonna build a little home for two three
Super, if they could see me now
That little gang of mine
I'm eatin' fancy chow and drinkin' fancy wine
I'd like those stumble bums to see for
to the left just a little
Chili dip a wedge and put it all together
Hit that son of a bitch right up there in the leather
If you call that good and let me
She was his girl, he was her boyfriend
She be his wife, make him her husband
A surprise on the way, any day, any day
One healthy little giggling
to say I would, I'd be a liar
What good is a colour print of a little baby doll
When just one little glance is enough to make me feel dull?
I hoped
I'm gonna sit there, I was tastin'
Sippin', gettin' rolling
And gettin' a little dizzy
Couldn't hardly see
The bartender
Couldn't hardly sip
Uh, ball star shit
(Coke Boy, baby)
Thought I'd have a little fun with it
Montana, Montana, ow
You know what it is when you're hearin' that, haan
forgot to you I stopped at that little
Loungerie shop in the mall
And the girls showed me this
The girls showed me that
And baby I bought 'em all
Now you
Deedlie doo dee doo dee doo dee
Doo dee do dee do!
Elmo knows a little secret for
Whenever things go wrong
It makes you feel much better
When
He chose a long street corner
For your master plan
Just one bad calculation
Just to liberate your head
A little something special
A little money
and our love
Dies a little each day now
To have and to hold
And we don't even try to keep a holdin' on
I guess the vow is just a promise may betray
Or is
Get the cold-ass winter gone
So cold and so long feel it in my bones
All we need is an island
(all we need is an island)
A little time alone
A feeling
at the football games
'Cause the new south, thank God
Is still the same
The new south is still the same
And I'm damn glad of it
I don't want no little ol' danish
And a little room in the back
For me and my ole guitar
Gotta stop and fuel up
Every five hundred miles
Give a picture to the waitress eat
A little breakfast
a little deeper with your knife
You steal a little breath from my air
There's homeless on the streets
Of every city
Big city crime in every little town
There's people makin' money off of Jesus
And taxes draggin'
twenty three
Whispered in my ears, I said, "Yes, siree"
Now the scene is a little motel
Out on the state highway there in room 12
A little love is about
a year
It's a little slice of heaven by the sea
Look, there's restaurants (A midway)
A gigantic concert hall
(The biggest funhouse ever seen)
A volcano
guess I never told you
I'm so happy that you're mine
Little things I should have said and done
I just never took the time
But you were always on my
cranking
But, Shorty your little days are through
Sorry little hopper here comes a big bopper
He's gonna make a mess out of you work baby
Whoo!
Look out
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