Lyrics:
disappearing two by two
On an evening in Roma
Do they take 'em for espresso?
Yeah, I guess so
On each lover's arm a girl I wish I knew
On an evening in Roma
thirteen year old boobs
I'd hang out by the junior
High like my dad does
Tom: Hey
You know what I learned in fifth grade?
Mark: What's that
Your dad has
Well (Well) a sexy little girl dances down at the country bar
She has naughty-looking eyes, and she drives a little sporty car
She's got pouty lips,
wondering
Were the ballistics finally in
Once again,
Brand Nubian
You and your girl came to see the three rock
Now she stays
Kick the funky lyrics,
Well, just imagine all the wailing and moaning
La la la la La la la lie
Even little Bill Blake's boy, he had to die
Then Professor O'Rye from Millhaven
wondering
Were the ballistics finally in
Once again,
Brand Nubian
You and your girl came to see the three rock
Now she stays
Kick the funky lyrics,
Well, the country music family, I'm told
Welcomes all into the circle, no matter if you ain't well-known
But the truth ain't nothing quite like that
the neon lights
It's in the country, there you can see
All the girls all dance in-line
They got an old-time fiddle, and the beer is cold
And the whiskeys
if sometime I could fix her barn
The poor old girl she needs a hand to run the farm
And it's good old country comfort in my bones
It's
Well, there's no verse to this song
'Cause I don't want to wait a moment too long
To say that I'd love to get you on a slow boat to China
All myself
no longer a teen
Decided on Drexel, I'm in the Philly music scene
High school prom night, had my girl by my side
Only lasted 4 months though, I had
believe you oughta be a-bringin' up
Your little girl this way"
And it was signed by the Secretary
Harper Valley PTA
Well, it happened that the PTA was
She's an auburn-haired girl from a town of Spanish sand,
And she wades through Junior High with a radio in her hand,
And she never talks
on the merry-go-round
Well I came down from a hillbilly town
I could tell by the look on your face
I knew I was gonna be your girl
You fell in love with a hillbilly girl
home by myself is so boring
I just get temperamental and horny
I just long to be free with rest of the country
And it wouldn't kill me if I were with
We live in a world
Where a man is judged by the color of his skin
We can't win
Not the content of his character
They scared of you
22 million black
Yeah, riding by myself, well, really, not really (well)
So heavy in the trunk, make the car pop a wheelie
Who? Weezy Baby, or call me Young Baby (yeah)
Yeah, riding by myself, well, really, not really (well)
So heavy in the trunk, make the car pop a wheelie
Who? Weezy Baby, or call me Young Baby (yeah)
say you look fine, so fine
Maybe someday we'll share sometime
That's if you don't mind
If I would've knew
The girl next door would've been you
I
your knee
Well, I know a girl
If you got a stretch of beach somewhere in Carolina
That needs pink-painted toes on a towel, I’ll lay beside ya
While
grandmother, my main girl
I love you much more than the scandalous world
As a young boy you gave me whoopings to save my life
Cursed me out, to keep me out
believe you ought to be
A bringin' up your little girl this way"
And it was signed by the secretary
Harper Valley PTA
Well, it happened that the PTA
walking away(Yeah)
Well what can I say
Cause I’m a stone cold country til the day I die
All these girls round here wanna take a ride
In my pick up
one, and one invented not by our venerable ancestors, but by a devilishly clever marketing firm, not to symbolize your everlasting love, but to make
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