Lyrics:
the spider seats
You never seen it
So get it, shawty
We parking lot pimping in my donk
And I know what you want (hey)
She want that lovey-dovey
have been
Big wheel keep on turnin'
Proud Mary keep on burnin'
Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river
Cleaned a lot of plates in Memphis
Pumped
Farther every day
We're learning to ricochet
We still have a lot to say
You know what we'll do?
What?
We'll do a revue
What?
What?
We'll
now, come on
I wanna lot now, so come on
That's right, that's right
I said mama but weer all crazee now
I said mama but weer all crazee now
I said mama
heart
GREEN: Not a lot to say now
FEMALE: Except I miss you
GREEN: Not a lot to take your place
Oh, in the heart of the boy
Ooh a little knowledge
After you go
I can catch up on my reading
After you go
I'll have a lot more time for sleeping
And when you're gone it looks like things
Are
I will die, I will die, the young Captain did cry
If I don't have that maid on the shore, shore, shore ...
I have lots of silver, I have lots of gold
[Auctioneer:][spoken]
Sold. Your number, sir? Thank you.
Lot 663, then, ladies and gentlemen:
a poster for this house's production of "Hannibal" by
I see you sittin' there all alone
Crying your eyes out
While everything's going wrong
You know there's gonna be
A whole lot of trouble in your life
yeah
Now when my mash potatoes finally through
There's lots of groovy, gravy things to do
Lot's of lovin', kiss and huggin'
I wanna ride that gravy
home
Lots of old men they can't beat one youth
Lots of young girls they don't tell the truth
You're just an old excuse for old traditional ways
Out
I want love
Gotta have alot of love
Gotta have a whole lotta love from-a you little girl
Gotta have a lotta love from-a you little girl a-right
On the seaside sands all day though folks may romp and lark
There's heaps of fun and a lot more done on the sands when it gets dark
It's nice
If I, I get to know your name
Well if I, could trace your private number, baby
All I know is that to me
You look like you're lots of fun
Open
I dig, I plant a walnut tree
I pour a lot of water in
Staring us
No disrespectful gaze
Centre of attention
Happy drunk, happy in a safe space
down
On every five-star dream in every two-star town
There's a lot to see from a wishing view
But sometimes, I wish I could close my eyes and click my
He's the one I love
Let me tell you now, his looks don't matter at all 'cause
He's the one I love
Now you may like the handsomest boy in the lot
let's go to my place."
[Chorus]
But that was long ago, now there's lots of things I know
And there's been a lot of parties, wasn't bad
I've
even worse when imbeciles provide soundtrack
I excavate the avenues of sound of past time
Terrorize the music with the gun that blast rhyme
A lot
Took a lot of tears but all you had to find was
Sympathetic years, the ones you left behind yeah
Took a lot of tears but all you had to find was
the same
I think a lot about it
What makes us different
From all the rest of them
Yeah right, right
Everything is alright
It's even better when
night we litter the landscape
Animate our dead opposition to get one last phoney handshake
I read a lot and write a lot, empty my pockets at the gyro
all day
You got me crate combo and a baby on the way
But it's ok
It's gonna take a lot of time
Before i can cross that finish line
And when i
now
And she's a lot like you
I tried to wash my face
But my head fell to low
I tried to bury myself
But my mind wouldn't stay at home
I
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