shore I'll roll with the tide roll with the tide And I will till you don't want me anymore I'm your woman heaven helps me you're my man So stir the boat
"Help me in my weakness" I heard the drifter say As they carried him from the courtroom And were taking him away "My trip hasn't been a pleasant one
Visions, that you stir in my soul Visions, that will never grow old Sweet baby, I had some visions of you If I can't have it all, just a taste will do
jail, be a nice fellow" You'll be doin' society a favor That son of a bitch is brave and gettin' braver We want to put his ass in stir We want to pin
"Oh, help me in my weakness" I heard the drifter say As they carried him from the courtroom And were taking him away "My trip hasn't been a pleasant
his eyes He only needed a family to help him to shine All he has is a ticket to ride on the poverty line He stirs from his gin and Temazapam coma To
behind, knights needed not the hassles They helped themselves to pig and peach And drank from King's own chalice Oh, it was a stirring sight, these
of fifties and hundreds He kept in the glove box of his old gray Impala And we're all gonna be here forever So Mama don't you make such a stir Now put
what if I had eyes that couldn't help but see And what if I could fly, why not it's never going to be He put berries on a vine, stirred waves into the
your hands and feet Won't you step into this cloud of steam This steam [Chorus 1] Help me yeah Ready to steam out the log jam Stir crazy from the freezer
(You don't understand) (I ain't scared of you mutha fuckas) (Kick it) (Stir it like coffee) The Pope (Stir it like muthafuckin' coffee) The Pope (The
was only tryin to help you You? Tryin to help Ike? Sorry Ike, I was only tryin to help you You? Tryin to help Ike? (Mac 10) Stirrin, yeah I'm gonna stir
ll admit that I've got problems if You say that you will help me solve 'em yes I realize some days I can be sweet and some I'm sour But I can't help but
"No," she laughs, "the circle is closed -- Arianna is our child! Take my hand -- leave pain behind. For now your work is done..." ...why, all of Long view is stirring
built for dipping in Money come quicker than a two minute brother That concentrate on stiffin' when he love it Stick when too dry so keep stirring It
Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation Darkness wakes, and stirs imagination Silently the senses abandon their defenses Helpless to resist
's got semiprecious gems Glinting in his signet ring Needs his fingers and his thumbs To help him calculate his sums Six-fingered man Can't be bothered to stir
up with ghastly garnishes A lividinous glaze congeals Making use of my recipe selection A myriad of ways to do the infant Each dish stirring up my