Whenever I'm dressed cool my parents put up a fight And if I'm hot shot, mom will cut my hair at night And in the morning I'm short of my identity I scream
Helpless and hanging around Inches away from the ground Where I'm gonna be found By my father It's kinda cloudy and gray Soon they'll be coming my way
Samson The strength That's in your arms Oh to be Your stunning bride Samson Your hair Glistening like sun Oh would That it were mine Samson Your hair
The years have been many, the years have been long But at last I'm returning to daddy and home He's looking my way though he hardly can see God bless
I'm in disarray, I'm unkempt And I love this sugar, yeah, this is what you do When you run your fingers through my hair In the morning, I'm feeling like
Last night my kisses were banked in black hair And in my bed, my lover, her hair was midnight black And all her mystery dwelled within her black hair
Black is the color of my true love's hair Her lips are like some roses fair She has the sweetest smile the gentlest hands And I love the ground whereon
She asks me why I'm just a hairy guy I'm hairy noon and night hair that's a fright I'm hairy high and low, don't ask me why, don't know It's not for lack
Bei dem Birnbaum in den Feldern steht ein altes Backsteinhaus. Und da schaute alle Tage Opa Knesebeck heraus. Doch der Opa ist verschwunden aus dem alten
An invitation to violence I don't need I prey upon your fear I need to feed Innocent girls turn me on the most For this night of rape I will be your host
She asks me why I'm just a hairy guy I'm hairy, noon and night, hair, that's a fright I'm hairy, high and low, don't ask me why, don't know It's not for
The Girl I Love, She Got Long Curly Hair Trk 16 2:56 (John Adams Estes) Sleepy John Estes - vocal & guitar, Johnny Hardge - piano James 'Yank' Rachell
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Samson, the strength That's in, your arms Oh to be, your stunning Bride Samson, your hair Glistening, like sun Oh would, that it Were mine Samson, your
Your hair and your eyes I saw them in the night Your face, your disguise I felt it in the night Your cool clammy skin It could be right beside me I saw
full growed porcupine dead on the road it'll take a big ox, son, to carry that load i got checked out by a blonde, young heifer she says she might wanna