fixing her hair Walking thorugh the empty halls She'll realize that nobody's there Hear the Autumn call I could hear through the ocean's crashing cry The Autumn calls
so bad It's not so bad Dear Slim, I wrote you but you still ain't callin' I left my cell, my pager And my home phone at the bottom I sent two letters back in autumn
the windows up When I smoke and drive First of all 'til you ball like this You don't put this type of pimp in your swish Get it we smoking on that poison call
bad. (Eminem as Stan) Dear Slim, I wrote you, but you still ain't callin'. I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom. I sent two letters back in autumn
Square I don't know about you but I miss the FreakNic Cause that's where my city use to be real sick People from other cities use to drive from miles
so bad.. [Eminem as 'Stan'] Dear Slim, I wrote but you still ain't callin I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom I sent two letters back in autumn
Waitin' on a friend to call If you wait, I'm gonna drive it home (Carry all of this away from here) If you wait, I'm gonna drive it home (Kiss you every
earth When the hungry souls, to whom pain gave birth Embalm their coldness with the blood's warmth... then I can clearly hear the calling of a lonely
ones And you know you're beholden To no one but me And you know you're beholden To no one but me Drive back Drive back Drive back Drive back Drive back Drive
called in, I called out I couldn't see any other name I woke one morning With the wildness once again With the wildness shining in Of the wildness, of the wildness Driving
so bad, it's not so bad Dear Slim, I wrote you but you still ain't callin' I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom I sent two letters back in autumn
with me until no morning ever comes And my hair is turning gray Like a dying leaf in autumn always fades In a wilting garden Intransigence of time Another time I heard you calling
he offered to drive her home After drinks after 2 He never bothered to mention a word About the wife and kids He thought he'll never bother to call her
Mildred Madalyn Johnson Born in the autumn of 1916 A shy, pretty girl from east Texas Religious and restless Humble and kind as a person could be She
the dusty autumn winds begin to blow Well, I'll sit and count the evening stars As they walk around And the dusty autumn winds begin to blow And I'll call
