Lyrics:
time is up so
Bye-bye love I'll catch you later
Got a lead foot down on my accelerator
And the rear view mirror torn off so I ain't ever lookin'
Came upon
(Came upon)
The river of darkness
(River of darkness)
Couldn't help
But put my foot in
Then I jumped back
(Then I jumped back)
Jesus did catch
My hands are ten and two upon the wheel.
My seats back and I no longer feel you bitch, moan.
I'm satisfied by silence.
My foot's down, flush
to all the cold hard luck
Somehow I knew your intention was to
Wrap me up around and around
Lock me away
So I just put my foot on the ground
I
Go tell the sheriff, John Roland Wood's found Jesus
Now he's living at the foot of the cross
He testified on the main drag this evening
Said he's
manucure, esthéticienne
T'as fais la coupe a 500 E, t'as mis tes bottes a 1000 E
Ce soir tu vas mettre le feu, tu veux un joueur de foot ou un chanteur
at the foot of Gods door
We have grown cold to the kisses of our lovers
We have rolled the windows up and driven through
The forests of the autumn,
Yeah suckers it's me
The tiddly tiddly 'T?'
Servin' up dynamite and
Strikin' like a cobra at the foot of your bed
It's over when I leave you
time is up so
Bye-bye love I'll catch you later
Got a lead foot down on my accelerator
And the rear view mirror torn off so I ain't ever lookin'
Five foot two, eyes of blue
But oh, what those five foot could do
Has anybody seen my gal?
Turned up nose, turned down hose
Blackbird yes sir!
With my foot in my mouth I don't remember what I've said
Best day of my life I don't remember
Something tells me your not so innocent, we hold
Make my day
Convince me love will come our way
Like blue eyes
But six foot four and thin like ice
When spring rise
Right this way
If you wanna make love
but all this ahead, that sees not, would at the foot of its bed, and tomorrow is not quite yesterday. Tomorrow's not quite yesterday..
Last time I saw
with the devil, if you lose
You gotta pay the devil his dues
Race with the devil, live to tell
One foot on the gas and the other in Hell
I'm
Jerry Brudos was the foot fetish killer
Kept a ladies foot inside his freezer
Dressed it up in heels
And then he'd beat off
Jerry Brudos
Jerry Brudos
and roll it down a hill
And I still wouldn't trade it for a Coupe de Ville
I've got an eight-foot bed that never has to be made
You know if it weren't for
Foot to the floor, get out the way, ziggin' zaggin'
Ziggin' through the traffic and up goes the finger
Get out of my way!
Comin' through!
and I'm forming a committee
Gonna get to the bottom of the problem if I can
So let's pay close attention to the matter at hand
Actually the matter's at foot
a beautiful disguise
A beautiful lie
I'll hit you when you're down on one knee
I'll give you my heart when I'm six foot deep
It's beautiful
Baby, my
at the foot of your throne
I'll live and die for this purpose
To make them reap every seed they have sewn
Bleed
Suffer no consequence
I will be steadfast
Don't stamp your foot at me
It's impolite
To stamp your foot at me
Is not quite right
At man's ingratitude
A woman winks
But such an attitude
you move
Locked down to the ground but we FAR OUT
Get your foot down get your foot down
Lay your root to the ground plant your foot now
You won't find
something more in her baby blues you didn't see in mine?
Did she give you a little bit more in bed every night?
I heard she's five foot some change
Amazing
the auto, whoa
Foot to the ground, full throttle
Big energy for the night like Latto, damn
Y'all talk lots, never did squat
Life like a Seinfeld plot, mm
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