Lyrics:
I wanna tell you all a story 'bout
A Harper Valley widowed wife
Who had a teenage daughter
Who attended Harper Valley Junior High
Well, her
the recliner and listen to the TV
And do the things you're not supposed to do
Well now when I look back or I see teenagers mack
Well I think about those days I
(Ricky Racks)
For what it's worth
You were a slut at birth
If the world had a dick
You'd fuck the Earth
I tried to get over you
It doesn't work
I wanna tell you all the story
'Bout the Harper Valley widow wife
Who had a teenage daughter
Who attended Harper Valley Junior High
Well, her
ever tell
I'd give the world up just to see you well
I'd give the world up just to see you well
You know I love you for it
More than I could ever tell
I know what I’d wish for
There’s only one thing that will do
I’d fly away on this pair of wings with you
If I had a pair of wings
I’d scoop you up,
for you, yeah, cry for you,
I'd tear the stars down from the sky for you!
If that isn't love, well skip it, it'll have to do,
Until the real thing
for you, yeah, cry for you,
I'd tear the stars down from the sky for you!
If that isn't love, well skip it, it'll have to do,
Until the real thing
And we'll take a look at your CV
Your Telegraph application is being processed
It's been two weeks, we're very busy
Thank you again for applying for our role
eighty-five well
When his stash slow, he be crazy
Say he by his moms, hit her on her payday
Junior high school dropout, teachers never cared
They was paid just
painted by a man you knew,
someone you dated in '82
An autographed picture of Junior Wells
I didn't even know you liked soul that well
Three pieces of paper
[Sean Garrett:]
Junior high played them
High school played them
College well, you know... played them
Me and my friends use to laugh about it, how we
was goin' on
While he was gone
And he said, "Well I guess that's so, but do you know
We're never outta' milk or cottage cheese or yogurt,
Ice cream,
Here we go again
Where have you been?
It's the same ol thing
Ain't a damn thing changed
Ain't a damn thing changed
Ain't a damn thing changed
Ain't
too
Baby what ya tryna do?
Knowing damn well that I'd give it to her swell
But surely fall under her spell
I'ma sucka for love
But what's love gotta do
Understand that
And you my offspring, the boss sting
A bulletproof Porsche things
Hard for you to understand that
Nas the king, where my bricks
Where my band
You're the one I like best
You retain my interest
You're the only one
If it wasn't for you
Don't know what I'd do
Unpredictable like the sun
lasts longer face the fame
Id rather do my own thing than play ya sick little game!
[Chorus]
Think for yourself man don't do like they do, it's a sick
resources, because someone swindled those too
They do what's necessary for clothes, shelter, and food, so would you
But you'd rather make them do that?
Maybe
'cause you got things to do
Wish I could Keep You Much Longer
Now You to Busy for Me Girl like I was To You
Wish I could Stop By
And Maybe Say, "Hi"
Wish
never about the money, still I'm set for life
You want to try and be like me, well here's my best advice
Take whatever that you're given, reinvest it
for you, yeah, cry for you,
I'd tear the stars down from the sky for you!
If that isn't love, well skip it, it'll have to do,
Until the real thing
probably shouldn'ta worn up in this bright lime
What everybody judging me for? I'll wear what I like!
Maybe you shoulda pulled your sandals off and pants up
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
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