I learned half of what I know From the worst teacher goin', experience That school's too slow an' I know folks Smart ones from the city who gone and
If you can just get your mind together Then come on across to me We'll hold hands and then we'll watch the sunrise From the bottom of the sea But
Mic checka checker, never hack a Story-observin'-time this time I ain't the wrecker Of brainpan, veins and there's a gameplan Grind teeth, in a small
Saturday morning experience week I'm so nervous I can hardly speak Arrive at Cluny Hill half past ten almost turned and went home again yes, I almost
When when you you come come to to me me me Be ready ready, be ready ready, be ready ready, be ready ready When when you you come come to to me me me
She doesnt want me....... around She's got something to hide I think she want's a clown, someone to take for a ride....... What I keep telling her
[mr. eon] Girls, girls, girls, girls My right hand I adore Spankin on my sheets till I can't cum no more I'm on a five-a-day plan, then I'm switchin hands
Je suis comme tu es un oeuf dans la nutt sans paraplute
Sentir indiano en mi corazón cancion ha párido. Para el que siente o quiere sentir, orgullo nativo Del malinche es la maldición
[verse one (ms dynamite):] He doesn't want me around, He's got something to hide. I think he wants a clown, Someone to take for a ride. What I keep tellin
Snowin' in July My girl's mouth on my toes Complainin' old ghosts In bedsheets of love Christmas in my legs A strange start to summer But I gave it all
Step out in the night When you're lonely Listening for the sounds That your ears don't hear I know your cross is heavier With every step, every step
Give me all your tears Let me turn them to pearls Let me turn all the tears That you have cried into pearls Hand them over to me I'm gonna keep, keep
See me loving you A fool without a lover How can that possibly be Maybe you can show me why I shiver when you're closer I remember your touch without
through hallucinations escape now every wicked ordeal regenerates disgrace, emotions ruined intellectuals seduced including nations founded under loose
The book of the dead is a trip And the apocalypse describes Mescaline experience
Baby this ain't a test Ain't about how you dress How many movies you've seen Or if you score points on style in the quizzes in a magazine Ain't about
Rockabye baby and it don't stop when the shirts fall the pants will drop down will come boxers panties and all it's on it's on it's on You huh this