type of X y'all on? I got great lawyers for cops so dress warm Charges don't stick to dude he's teflon I'm too sexy for jail like I'm Right Said Fred
divine trumpet? Day and night I lay there knocked to the ground. Scars and wounds were my constant company... The taste of cold blood woke me up from
type of X y'all on? I got great lawyers for cops so dress warm Charges don't stick to dude he's Teflon I'm too sexy for jail like I'm Right Said Fred
piece of mind So with the earth I'll lay entwined Six feet underground My feet are warm and dry When I get to the other side I'll put your picture way up
It was a late summer evening of flowered simplicity. Two lovers walked down a path bound by their mutual anxiety. The breeze was warm and it passed with
But we saw a host of dark skinned warriors Standing still below the ground Waiting for battle The fight's begun, they've been released Killing foe for
mud shark did. bruce is now warming up the important muscles of the body, in preparation...in preparation for the real live be-bop tango which E gonna
t fuck with Hov', what type of X y'all on? I got great lawyers for cops so dress warm Charges don't stick to dude he's teflon I'm too sexy for jail like
punchin' Don't gotta be known for me to be lunchin' Now, let me get around at the bar (guzzle up) Ladies tryna get at the star (huddle up) I gotta Phantom, blacker than tar (buckle up
(Emmylou Harris) The very first time I ever saw my Tommy love He came dancing into my room And I felt the sunlight sparkle warm Out from his magic shoes
drank warm red wine til she couldn't even find the door She wound up on the Jones' bed and I wound up on the floor CC Waterback one tequilla sunrise... [ trumpet
of X y'all on? I got great lawyers for cops so dress warm Charges don't stick to dude he's teflon I'm too sexy for jail like I'm Right Said Fred I'm not
want your gown, not trying to hunt your crown No twenty-one gun salute flags or trumpet sounds I?m just running now, and yeah it?s summer now, It?s warmer
your supper's waiting for you. Hey my baby don't you know our love is true. I've been so far from here, far from your warm arms. Its good to
at the world Just count the hours Faded flowers Left up on the shelf, Trying to keep warm In an overcoat of memories, Soon be dead. Scraping for fuel