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Love The Red Telephone

Sitting on a hillside Watching all the people die I feel much better on the other side I'll thumb a ride I believe in magic Why? Because it is so quick

Jim Carey, Mike Myers, hell we claiming them all it's the Great White North home of the funniest actors the brunt of the joke with an abundance of laughter the Red

walks with you Oh, does he know that place below Your neck that is your favorite to be touched? And does he cry through broken sentences That I love

he walks with you. Does he know that place below your neck that is your favourite to be touched and does he cry through broken sentences like I love

want, me want, me want no wack rap Me want, me want, me want, me want, me want no wack rap Me love, me love, me love, me love, me love it when it's bad

Now wobble out Now catch the cash Now shake it fast Bounce out [Hook: Gangsta, (T-Bo)] [Verse 3: T-Bo] Catch me in the club jiggilating to the beat Red

, her lips are red Her thighs are white, her heart is dead Jezabell Red rope burns around her wrists Her blood is cold a serpent's kiss Do you love your

All through the night you telephoned I saw the light blinking red beside the cradle But you don't know how far I've gone *now I must live with the lie

there's anthrax in the envelope i opened in my dream the sky is red and little kids are running, screaming in the street i tried to run and save them