Lyrics:
takes me to paradise
Yeah your sex takes me to paradise
And it shows yeah yeah yeah yeah
Cause you make me feel like
I've been locked out of heaven for
you out to dinner, to your favorite spot
Feed you an aphrodisiac just to get you hot
Drive-by movies, by a cemetary
If my corpse could talk then I would
friend
The man in the coonskin cap by the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills you only got ten
Look out, kid
Look out, kid, because it's somethin' that
friend
The man in the coonskin cap by the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills you only got ten
Look out, kid
Look out, kid, because it's somethin' that
amazing
I wanna ride with you
I wanna smoke with you
I'm coming to get you
Girl you know I gotta hit you like
Mary Jane, I never been the same since
this pasta here with the pesto
Let's go
By these shoes I got tied on
You can tell I don't need no shoulder to cry on
I hit nothing but nylon
One man
a bit cliche
Wrote it in Brail so you can, feel what I'm saying
Feel like a star because I, need some space
Co got art I said it's, in my name its
Dylan
Hello. How are you?
I know we haven't met. But I sure know you
Cause I've been playing behind this microphone since 2002
You're like the pretty
On the gas roaring, Godzilling
With my guitar and cigar bob dylan
Seeing stars, color bars, not filming
Listen man, you know what the deal is
Back by popular
Lyrics as performed by Bob Dylan and Joan Baez, Hughes Stadium, Colorado
University, Fort Collins, CO, 23 May 1976,
Transcribed by Manfred Helfert.
Let me present you
To the most significant man in my life
From this world, but only from this world
He's name is Bob Dylan
If you don't know him,
the lotto (we muhfuckin' rich)
So arigato, shit, you know I'm world-famous
And R. Kelly been told me that I'm the world's greatest (you're the world's
down
Above the weather to the better bliss
Togetherness
Judging by my album streams, hardly any gonna hear this
How am I still delirious
Some twisted
any place different
Sometimes I want to dance on Hitler's grave
And shout out: Groucho Marx, Lenny Bruce, Leonard Cohen, Philip Roth,
Bob Dylan
that you're not the type to notice hype
But that's the reason why we kicked it and you know it's right
I was your Bob Dylan, you were my Edie Sedgwick
You’re A Big Girl Now
WRITTEN BY: BOB DYLAN
Our conversation was short and sweet
It nearly swept me off-a my feet
And I’m back in the rain, oh, oh
There's been mad signs, for this brother to heed
And while some choose greed, I choose to plant seeds
For your mental, spirit and physical temple
Bob your
A-a-alright
A-a-alright
A-a-alright
A-a-all
Bob Dylan's here
And what a slippery son of a gun
If he was ever in my sights
I'd probably melt down like
on that stage
Fans been screaming out my name
Chedder Bob Chedder Bob
Yeah we need that change
And I won't stop till the whole world knows my whole
(Bob Dylan)
It's been raining in my mouth all day
Dripping down to my clothes
My patience it is wearing thin
Got a fire inside my nose
Searching for
double hockey sticks
Dr Jeckel Mr Hyde David Dylan Davey Dips
I've been swimmin in a crick of shit all my life with no respect
I'm about to overdose how
from the norms
And soon millions of folk
Records were being sold
By the early sixties, Dylan, Baez, Phil Ochs
Were doing intellectualized copies
Deal aus
Um "Danke" zu sagen für alles, was mich freut
Schenk ich diesen Track, so
Lang wie ein Album, nun euch
Ich schrieb hundert
Zweihundert,
Bob Dylan
It ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
It don't matter, anyhow
An' it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
If you don't know by
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