Lyrics:
pretty girls
Village and city girls by the quayside
Bless you, bless you, all of you pretty girls
Watching and waiting by the sea
Bless you,
by the hand of cool
LEIGH
It's all about potential... Look at those cheeks...
etched out of baby granite...
SLAVES
Take a little pinch of no-one
what they really want
Drive out to the boondocks
And park down by the creek
And where it's George Strait
Real late dancing cheek to cheek
Ain't
You're taking two to your head, I'm coming fed
(Is he dead?) Yeah, he dead
"It had to be a murder"
"Cause I'm a fucking killer by nature"
"It had
at the mall spendin' up all his riches
With this girl on his hip smilin' from cheek to cheek
And he was tellin' me some bullshit about gettin' married in
I was never spellbound by a starry sky
What is there to moon glow, when love has passed you by
Then there came a midnight and the world was new
Eventually
You will see
A big smile on my cheek
Like I used to keep
When you would pass by me
I just feel a little down right now
But don't you worry
there, right by your side
(stick)
A playful lock that graces your cheek
A curious finger tastes a room of mystique
If tears begin to fill up your eyes
I can tell by the emojis
You wanna get to know me
Said your feelin so lonely
But want more than a homey
Someone to make ya home cozy
Great sex convos
the tears on your cheek cos I
Brought you back from hell with no receipt and I
Had you by my side in my defeat and I
We got through this shit when it was
She called up tonight and said
I think he’s actually dead
I met her out by Cheek road
About five miles down
I loaded up her dead load
And hauled our
All these smiling faces dont mean shit to a ni**a like me
All my friends and family in an instant can turn the other cheek
So i rock by myself no
with no hands and get your cheeks clapping
Like we a tag team you gon tap out when I tap in
We can go designer shopping and wear them shits matching
I
with no hands and get your cheeks clapping
Like we a tag team you gon tap out when I tap in
We can go designer shopping and wear them shits matching
I
on cheek
Then she would go to a bar
And sit down calm down
It’s getting better fell like that
You and me
By the end of this movie
Doesn’t matter how weak
Reminiscing bout sunset
With a cigarette burning a hole in my cheek
Catching up with an old friend
That's got no time to spend on me till next week
Kiss me on the cheek
I'm so fixated by your Sophistication
Am I living in your simulation
You're my Tv Girl
Yeah you're my Tv girl
Sit down in the chair
And if we're victims of the night
I won't be blinded by the light
Call me angel of the morning
Touch my cheek before you leave me
Call me angel
we're the victims of the night,
I won't be blinded by light.
Just call me angel of the morning, Angel
Just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby.
cried is
Is floating so high
All in the touch of mother's eyes
Stung by the salt of weeping skies
Cheek to cheek with last goodbyes
make its presence felt
Come on in, we haven't slept for weeks
Drink some of this, it'll put color in your cheeks
They came in by the dozens, walking
instruction, first to cheek
Then his neck, to report on the
Temperature there "It's hard to tell
'cause it's so hot
In this place but I think you're normal"
"Oh"
And as she rumbaed by the fire in her eyes
Looked like flames in the night
T'was then I understood why she's called
The Spanish Fireball
I finally asked
and the place was swinging
To gospel music by nine
Group after group appeared on the stage
And Sally just sat there crying
She bit her nails, looking pretty
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