Call up, ring once, hang up the phone To let me know you made it home Don't want nothing to be wrong with part-time lover If she's with me I'll blink
Her parents said, girl don't leave home But her heart kept cheering her on She had a real good man, steady job But the two of them just weren't in her
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Honey you make me feel like you care a lot But I-I-I-I-I, I love you too much Baby you make me feel like you need me a lot But I-I-I-I-I, honey I need
The curtain goes up The first act begins The scene is two people in love Lovely is she, lucky feels he She smiles in his eyes He smiles in her eyes They
Where is the missing one? The missing one? Where is the missing one? The missing one? There is a missing person that I've just got to find Now just how
They knock on your door You laugh in their face They tell you it?s time to pray They give you a book And tell you to read And point to the Judgment Day
You were brought up in a small town Where everyone greeted with a morning smile I mean the place was so free from crime You could leave your front door
I met her at lover?s park One rainy April Monday Smiling soft and warm as on A clear December Sunday Wearing taffeta and lace That matched her braided
Had to find some higher ground Had some fear to get around You can't say what you don't know Later on won't work no more Last time though, I hid my
I used to be a little one, But now I'm big and strong, Cause I used to eat my greens, I used to get the snot beaten right outta me, Then I'd go on home
I'm a square, look I'll show ya I got four sides on me All my sides are the same size Like a good-looking square should be Well I look like my friends
For all the times you left me bleeding Clouded, weakened [Incomprehensible] by the haze Cut off my pride, enough to forgive you Reconcile, back to square
What began as a poem is now just a burden, a vicious song that's mine to keep. What began as forgetting is now just a prototype of ways to fight
Buck 65-Square 3 [intro] music to be murdered by it is mood music in a juggular vein and i hope you like it our record requires only the simplist of
Well, I kissed the day, I was on my way From those cold gray blocks of stone For seventeen years of squalor filled tears A time now with innocence lost
(Vic Chesnutt) sitting in a square room my voice is freezing and the beams that are bouncing off the moon are hanging from my window like icicles just
I used to be a little one But now I'm big and strong Cause I used to eat my greens I used to get the snot beaten right outta me Then I'd go on home