Lyrics:
you?
We lived our little drama, we kissed in a field of white
And stars fell on Alabama last night
I can't forget the glamor, your eyes held
I say
I surrender, dear.
Little mean things we were doing
Must have been part of the game,
Lending a spice to the wooing,
But I don't care
can't see I can't hear
It's the eerie little thing between deathness and blindness
Weakness and kindness, rejects and primaz
I'm on this when I'm
Don't forget our Monday date
Oh little baby, don't be late
I said don't forget our Monday date
At the same little place, about half past eight
dick is big and her nigga had a little one
I didn't fuck her freaky ass, but it was still fun
I know you stop and wonder just what it is
It's
ain't shit)
No interruptions only testin'
(But I do)
Uh, prove that I'm smooth with an aseditive
Bumpin' just a little bit better than my competitor
Hard
to
I told my baby have a little fun tonight
I told my baby have a little fun tonight
But it won't be so funny when there'll be no money in sight
Robin Hood and Little John walkin' through the forest
Laughin' back and forth at what the other'ne has to say
Reminiscin', This-'n'-thattin' havin'
it
'cause he needed a little more time wit me
Weeks later we datin'
Taking me all kinda places
Showing me thing I never seen
It was kinda crazy
as the stars we're under
Oh is there any wonder
I'm in the mood for love
Why stop to think of weather
This little dream might fade
We've put our hearts
through a wall, I can kick like a mule
I got a pocketful of bullets and a blueprint of the school
I'm the devil's little soldier, I'm the devil's little
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
That sleepy little campfire poppin' kinda crackling
We were Heating up the pork and beans
Bubu said man it don't get any better than this
If you
Amapola
My pretty little poppy
You're like that lovely flower, so sweet and heavenly
Since I found you
My heart is wrapped around you
And loving
the shoutin' is so loud
I turn up the radio to drown it out
And silently I say a little prayer
But for the grace of God go I
I must've been born a lucky
Here's a little tune we're gonna play for you,
There ain't nothin' to it and it's easy to do:
Called the Calloway Boogie,
It's the Calloway
One day, little girl, the sadness will leave your face
As soon as you've won you'll fight to get justice done
Some days little girl you'll wonder
odd number
Memories that you won't remember
So you got a little education
And a lot of dedication
But you want a little night school
Maybe some of it
Monroe and walkin' on snow white
New York's a go-go and everything tastes right
Poor little Greene
Oh
Hoo, ooo, ooo
Give up now
Jean Genie lives
I'm doing this and I'm doing that
And I'm a-walking the floor
I drink a little of this and eat a little that
And poke my head out the door
I
I walk down to the blue side of town
Where there's no happiness, no joy
Down at the end of a long dark street
I saw a little paper boy
Paper boy
darling and I'll never tell
How it matters if you will or won't
But I would never tell if you do or don't
Darling trust me just a little, how I pray
A little voice, keeps talking to me
From (a) way down deep inside
What does this voice, keep saying to me
It says: "pass this affair and pass it
give a thousand if you stay a little while
Longer and I gettin' stronger, feinin' in to get
With you shorty do what it do
[Chorus]
Exit it now I
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