something that gets me kind of mad It's about my dear old dad He's tired, and worn, and works a nine to five Clockin' thirty G's a year to survive But
Botticelli. He's very old, he's very old. He's-a paint a lady with a naked belly, She caught a cold. She caught a cold. I know a man who wrote a song
his feet again There were bad times, never been so lonely Beeing at house that time, you just let me go We try to scream, words ran out like sand Now we talk again, it's
Frankie?s gone Daddy has figured out by now She?s long gone To a town She?d heard in song on the radio Years ago On a bus Frankie offers a last cigarette
nah, mek ah bwoy kiss mi pon mi jaw I will (I will) love Ann Marie till she bawl But mi nah, sing a song with Frankie Paul I Will (I Will) mek ah
's get 2 sprayin' like.........../ Bottom line that mean I'm bout it/ any n*gga want it, doubt it/ bust you in tha broad day/ on a street that's fully
magic prize Taken from Mother, a song song for Ella Taken from Mother, a song song aglow Cheeky boy sits on the side side forever All the guns, guns were never once Arthur's
wanna run your mouth and have some anna your questions all ask about my baby Scandalous {Crunchy Black} there's no cries in my life there's no games
Anna Liffey 'Twas down by Anna Liffey My love and I did stray Where in the good old slushy mud The seagulls sport and play We've got the whiff of ray
Jerry's keeping up with the neighbours Good for the man on the go Rabbit's got a new monthly flavour Helps to keep the dogs on the down-low Anna's feeling
back down, But you're never gonna come back Dowwwnnn,.., He's the doom slinger, the dope beat stinger, sucka dj's they get stopped by a single finger.... Huh! He's
I thought of Anna Wild and dear Like fireworks in the sky Fireworks in the sky I'm so sick of this game It's hip, it's hot Life's too short, the whole
hold on, hold on through the night Hang on, things will be all right Even when it's dark And not a bit of sparkling Sing-song sunshine from above Spreading
'em wrong What's up, what's up bitch, what's up ho What's up, what's up bitch, what's up ho, ho What's up, what's up bitch, bitch, what's up, what's
by many women, And all the rest you hear is fairy tale. [ANNA] Then tell me how this fairy tale began, sir. You cannot call it just a poet's trick
many women, And all the rest you hear is fairy tale. ANNA Then tell me how this fairy tale began, sir. You cannot call it just a poet's trick Explain
Santy Anna O Santy Anna gained the day Hoo-ray, Santy Anna! He lost it once but gained it twice All on the plains of Mexico! O Santy Anna fought
, double clutch, sing the song Charlie Chaplin sat on a pin How many inches did it go in? One two three four five six seven...wait Who's this bouncin