Lyrics:
I always find a main street just another plain street
Broadway
Take a little time out to play
Where the joy of living holds way
Up, up along
the loved ones say
What would the loved ones say
Oh what would the loved ones say
What would the loved ones say
The ugly little dreams run round your bed
of cash for a little love
All they want to do is take you down to the mall
Floss a little bit and get a t-shirt that say, "Miss Snoop Dogg"
I don't see
a bird won't fly
Yeah pretty little baby, you're a weapon with eyes
I know what you want, but it's a surprise
Let me up--I've had enough
Yeah,
Little girls, little boys
Dream of words, lots of toys
This time of the year
When Christmas is near
Evergreens are snowy white
Sleigh bells ring
Let's have a little church up in here
How ya doin', this is Kirk Franklin
Sharin' with my sisters Cheryl, Sandi, and De De
With Sounds
a rabbit, rabbit run a quarter mile
That poor little furry bunny scared like a little child
Believe me Baby now I love you the best
When I by myself I
a little bit too late
Yes you did
But when you come around
You only bring you down
You feel a clown, yeah
On a Saturday night
On a Saturday night
on Christmas mornin'
Now, for recreation, we went on a tramp
And we met sergeant Napper and corporal Vamp
And a little wee drummer intending to camp
For
Oh little town of Bethlehem, how still we see thee lie
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep the silent stars go by
Yet in thy dark streets shineth,
Got a screaming feeling, need a little loving healing
Want some of that stuff, cause I like a hot touch
Want to little squeezing, just a touch
it, say it, say
Play that funky music, white boy it, come on
Yea, a little bit louder
Now come on, come on
Stage two yeah the one ya' wanna listen
to do it, boy you're out of luck
Push your partner out then you hunch your back
Start a little movement in your sacroiliac
Wiggle like a snake, wobble
Strange as it seems
Someday we'll meet
And you'll dry all my tears
Then whisper sweet
Little things in my ear
Hugging and a kissing
Oh, what we've
I gotta right to sing the blues
I gotta right to moan inside
I gotta right to sit and cry
Down around the river
A certain man in this little town
hooo
Ha ha ha ha ha
He he he he he
Ho ho ho ho ho hooo
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha, oh
When I was a little
the good, the bad, the ugly, you see
A little streetwise nigga, you know me
Rolling wit some real niggas playing for keeps
But you muthafuckas know who run
As I stepped out of my limousine
A little Mercedes pulled next to me
She was quick and straight to the point
Ah, can I have your number, please?
All
it'll never be enough.
Not enough to make the nightmares go away.
Not enough to make the tears run dry.
Not enough to live a little better everyday.
you are, to me
Our wistful little star
It was far, too high
A teardrop kissed your lips
And so, so did I
Now when I remember spring
And every little
an' strain
Body all achin' an' wracked wid pain,
Tote dat barge! Lif' dat bale!
Git a little drunk an' you lands in jail
Ah gits weary an' sick
Why then, oh why can't I?
If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow
Why, oh why can't I?
Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high
There's
to baby's arms
Where I'm safe and sound in baby's arms
The urge to cheat sometime is strong
But a little bitty voice tells me it's wrong
Sometimes I'm
Another day is off and running
And I hear somebody pounding on my door
It's opportunity knocking
Says what I need is just a little bit more
Every
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