Lyrics:
PARIS Fashion has a new odd couple:
Bernard Arnault and Kanye West
The luxury titan turned out Saturday
Night for an impromptu concert
By West in
a snack
She's kicking ass with
Red wings
She's getting high on
Red wings
So getting by on
Red wings
So soaring high on
Red wings
My little glorious
anytime that I want it
The ups and downs
Yeah I be on and on and on and
Life goes on and in and on and
Like a Saturday cartoon
Tuned into my tune
Back
all of that pretty
Come from all fifty
Want a little country in their city
All the girls on the bus say woo
Straight workin' them Daisy dukes
Pump
There once was an Indian maid a shy little prairie maid
who sang all day a love song gay as through the fields she'd while the hours away.
She
know you get tired, I know you get down
I know you get sick of this soul sucking town
But let's make a little lemonade, if lemons is all we got
ask
And that is all
I wanna spread my wings
But I just can't fly
As a string of pearls
The pretty girls go sailin' by
Ocean deep
I'm so
ask
And that is all
I wanna spread my wings
But I just can't fly
As a string of pearls
The pretty girls go sailin' by
Ocean deep
I'm so
That's just the sound of that rollin' tide
Let's tell this little town adiós
Girl, we can go to Mexico
In our minds
On this Tennessee Saturday night
One-You're-Gonna-Want-On-A-Saturday-Night
When you're lonely, lying in the dark
I'm the number that you know by broken heart
No, I ain't Mr. Right, I'm Mr. Right-Now
The one all
Last Saturday night
You came over around nine
I had pasta on the table
And you brought wine
Last Sunday morning
You woke up by my side
Just a little
You're gonna have to pay her if you want to park here
Well mommy's little dancer is quite a little secret
Working on the streets now, never gonna keep
to the bedroom, found a note by the window
With the curtains blowin' in the breeze
And with a broken wing she still sings
She keeps an eye on the sky
With
Well it was Sunday morning, past Saturday night
And I was sneakin' out my door
I slipped on my best Sunday dress
And I was ready for a little bit
wasn't safe
I didn't even get to know your name and it's driving me a little insane
I go out to the same place every Saturday, trynna see your face
Waitin'
little boy
[hook]
I've had sadder days than the saturday
Daddy issues so she wanna call me daddy, ay
I've had sadder days than the saturday
Daddy issues
and a long lean ride
I got to make it down to Galveston by Saturday night, now
Well I'm a little down under, but I'm feeling O.K.
Got a little lost along
got a different pager
Then last Saturday your cousin called to say you're
Trying to reach me, probably because you see that I'm with someone new
Little Songbird
Words & Music by Eric Stuart
When my well needs wishes
You throw a coin and sigh
Then you blow me kisses
And make me feel alright
to the bedroom, found a note by the window
With the curtains blowin' in the breeze
And with a broken wing she still sings
She keeps an eye on the sky
With
bring
By now I just expect that
Got that friction. You can bet that
Just gotta let this little light of mine shine
Cause I been down but I feel that it's
Now there's a little place that I know about
I go there with my baby every time I take her out
We park by the rock and watch the lights down below
stopped the Glendale train
Poor Jesse had a wife, a lady all her life
And three children, they were so brave
But that dirty little coward that shot Mr.
The sound of the waves on the embankment
A phone in my left pocket
I'm leaving, you're staying
A forgotten city by me
You're so beautiful, my dream hasn't
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