Lyrics:
mouth.
You love the peter! Bitch don't lie. You love the cock!
Don't even try. No more pooter!
No more coochie! VaJayJay time to say good bye.
[Verse 2:]
heart turns to stone
No time for pity, when her heart turns to stone
She cries a little as her heart turns to stone
She's that kind of woman
She'll get by
that make the babies (oh, yeah, baby)
And since a man can't make one
He has no right to tell a woman when and where to create one
So will the real men
rhyme, and then we'll take requests from the audience."
"Ezra, there is no audience-"
"So pretend."
Geogie Porgie, pudding and pie,
kissed the girls
Pretty woman,
walking down the street
Pretty woman,
the kind I like to meet
Pretty woman
I don't believe you,
you're not the truth
No one could look
on by
Pretty woman don't make me cry
Pretty woman don't walk away hey OK
If that's the way month will be OK
I guess I'll go home it's late
There'll
mine tonight
Pretty woman, don't walk on by
Pretty woman, make me cry
Pretty woman, don't walk away, hey...okay
If that's the way it must be,
Pretty woman, walkin' down the street
Pretty woman the kind I like to meet
Pretty woman I don't believe you, you're not the truth
No one could look
What will you say to St. Peter
When you meet him in the by and by?
Will you grease your way into Heaven?
Oh can you even look St. Peter in the eye?
nine more than one time
Mama don’t cry, mama don’t cry
Strongest woman alive she sacrificed
Her own just to provide so we survive
Mama still here,
that make the babies (oh, yeah, baby)
And since a man can't make one
He has no right to tell a woman when and where to create one
So will the real men
and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the canebrake by an ol' mama lion
Cain't no-a high-toned woman make me walk the line
You load sixteen tons,
surprise
Seein' a woman who's defined by you, I never realized
I can't love you, I can't love me through someone else's eyes
You were the sun, I was
looking like I'm six
So just like this song
Don't cry be strong
My woman strong, Black woman strong, my women stron my my
I cry like my grandma
No
stare of a dog whose day is done
As he watered the green stuff in his glass and the drops fell one by one
Then I got to figgering who he was and wondering
and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the canebrake by an ol' mama lion
Cain't no-a high-toned woman make me walk the line
You load sixteen tons,
and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the canebrake by an ol' mama lion
Cain't no-a high-toned woman make me walk the line
You load sixteen tons,
give her all the love she can bare
I need to find me a woman
I need someone who'll stand by my side
Who won't tell herself when I cry
That I'm less
figure eight oo I dey stand by you oo
Odo y3 wu my figure eight oo I no go make you cry
Odo y3 wy my figure eight oo I go dey love you all day
There is
I’m not that though
Your price of love
Is much too high
You make me cry
But that’s for sure
Can’t take no more
You’re breaking my heart
Don’t walk away
fi me but a yu mi like
Not a man of many words but you a mi choice
No other woman ever mek mi feel so nice
Whenever I'm around you nott'n but a good
take more than them plaque just to make a thug cry
I done went gold off the love songs that I sold
But I feel like it's gettin' old
I could switch it
want, woman?
Opеn this damn door, I wanna talk to you
No, uh uh, baby
I wanna explain something to you
No, go 'head on now ain't no sense
In tryna explain
lost but woman I can say
Yes I've been blessed
By the almighty
Always confide in me
Never try to hide from me
Keep it inside from me
[Chorus]
Me
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