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too.
And when I do, how would you like to be my crew?
On The Good Ship Lollipop.
It's a sweet trip to a candy shop
Where bon-bons play
a mess
I can't believe you exist
I could get used to this
Because I know you're too good to be true
I must have done something good to meet you
I'll figure it out
Why should we fight the feeling? (Hey)
Let's just live in the moment (hey)
Though it's infatuation
I'm good with that
'Cause
quite in a shell
I drink and listen to that song
A whiter shade of pale
Oh, a whiter shade of pale
I was a good shadetree mechanic
So, I sent
Oh, yeah
I will bless You Lord because You've been so good
You have been my strength in the time of weakness
There's never been a time I couldn't
And the home of the hip.
He protected you and me
From evil women like
Poor Alice D
Alice was the girl
That all good hippies dread
And they called her sweet
A soul cake, a soul cake,
Please, good missus, a soul cake,
An apple, a pear, a plum or a cherry,
Any good thing to make us all merry.
See what joy can find
If you are in my life, we'll be so strong
Together we stand hand in hand
Our love's horizon
A good life we share
Love can
And death was in him welling,
Good-bye, good-bye, to my friends all
Be good to Barbara Allen.
When he was dead and laid in grave
She heard the death
And it's burned out a hole
Where my love used to be
[Chorus:]
But it's not losing you
That's got me down so low
I just can't find another man
To take
And death was in him welling,
Good-bye, good-bye, to my friends all
Be good to Barbara Allen.
When he was dead and laid in grave
She heard the death
no way of taking control
When it's part of you
Well you could be a married man
With two kids and a good woman
And you could give your heart
[Chorus:]
Gypsy, gypsy, dancing feet
Gypsy, gypsy, bittersweet
Screamer, dreamer, disarray
Gypsy, gypsy, why don't you fly away?
No good
gonna be good tonight
Work it
Don't move, work it, stay right there
There it is, there it is
Oh, just don't move, keep it right there
There it is,
Give thanks and prays unto the Father everyday
??? keep the devil away
and remember this
good ??? over evil
God ??? with the devil
remember
As I went a-walking in the North Country,
Down by Kirby Steven I happened for to be,
As I was a-walking up and down the street,
A pretty little
The jam is jumpin'
The drums are pumpin'
The groove is lockin' in the rhythm like we want it to be
No time for stallin'
We're really haulin'
me tell you somethin' bout a nigga named Short
Rappers always talk about the way I can't flow
But let me hit the mall with the same MC's
I be signin
crazy tongue
There's a slit-eyed lady
Sayin' don't you be so stupid
I may be old, but I'm still good fun
Still good fun
Yeah, I'm still good fun
and bullets kill dead
Six guns don't make a man tall
'Cause it's all so easy to run with the crowd
And they're a damn good bunch of cowboys
Makes a man
(uh) 'cause my vision is good
It's like I see through the eyes of a wise old man
So I chill knowin' I can kill this guy's whole fam
Sometimes it's
Well, music, sweet music
Lord, is gonna be played, mm-hmm
And the sound of Billy's banjo
Is like honey on your day
When they promenade down
true
Too good to be real
Smell of something cooking
My soul you're to steal
Food of love we're filling
What you've given me
For it there is no
and the kickers and the cowboy angels
And a good saloon in every single town
Oh but I remember something you once told me
And I'll be damned if it did not come
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