You can fuck me till the sun comes up 'Cause you can fuck me till the sun comes up 'Cause you can fuck me till the sun comes up 'Cause you can fuck me
'Cause when I put rhymes in they minds yo For all y'all folks who were hopin' and wishin' and I can assault, tryin'a take my position Stop wishin', and
Mason Williams Them Sand Pickers: How 'bout them sand pickers, ain't they grand? Sittin' on their haunches, pickin' in the sand. Pickin' in the wet
Mason Williams LUNCH TOTERS: How about them lunch toters, ain't they a bunch? Goin' off to work a-totin' their lunch. Totin' them vittles. Totin' that
I've been lately thinking about my life's time All the things I've done and how it's been, And I can't help believin' in my own mind I know I'm gonna
Mike: (singing) Four-and-Twenty Blackbirds, baked in a pie ... Cookie Monster: (walking up, singing famous 'Dum-de-Dum-Dum.) Mike: (Continued) When
I must admit, I've been holding back And I got somethin' to say Now I won't let the words get in my way I guess I'm feeling my confidence 'Cause the time
Ooh, la la la la la lullaby, baby This is Silk's nursery rhyme, baby La la la la la lullaby, well, well, oh Check it out This one's dedicated to my first
Cannot hear what you're saying Could I tell you so? And I can't leave my troubles And I'm going home Lie and sleep Under deep You know While the cold
I've been lately thinking about my life's time all the things I've done and how it's been, and I can't help believin' in my own mind I know I'm gonna
So you speak to me in sadness and the coming of the winter, fear that is within' you know that seems to never end, and the dreams that have escaped
Served was his head but still he could see far, far away Their open plains, their open fields Where rivers ran with bloos they lifted his body Drenced
So you speak to me of sadness And the coming of the winter Fear that is within you now that seems to never end And the dreams that have escaped you And
I?ve been lately thinking about my life?s time All the things I?ve done, how it?s been And I can?t help believing in my own mind I know I?m gonna hate
Two days before the moon was round You felt the urge of sun?s light beams The muffled world of dolphin sound Slipped down and back into your dreams For
There was an old lady she lived in a shoe She got a whole lot of kids You can't miss 'em when you're coming through 'Cause she be shacked up with little
Those tire tracks Zigzag your torso like a Devil's self portrait The car accident, the skin graft treatment, the flower baskets The wincing relatives...
Stairs to nowhere climb I take them, all the time Crawling on my knees Walking that old fine line And when I'm alone and scared I think of little rhymes