'm gonna be your boyfriend And you can call me names, oh oh yeah And nothing's gonna change the way I feel for my love And no one's gonna slow my gentle
Translation: Mother Love Bone. Gentle Groove.
Gone are the days when the ox fall down Take up the yoke and plow the fields around Gone are the days when the ladies said "Please gentle Jack Jones won
mother thou shalt be, All generations laud and honour thee, Thy son shall be emmanuel, by seers foretold, Most highly favour'd lady, Gloria! Then gentle
in electric waves I'd take after my mother but she's from a teenage generation I prefer my big brother, he's so gentle and understanding I learn what
I was (b7) soon called a- (e) way. Chorus (e) oh, those tombs, ("oh those tombs"), Lonely tombs, ("lonely tombs "), Seemed to say in a low gentle
about the weather But traditions I can trace Against the child in your face Won't escape my attention You keep your distance with a system of touch And gentle
poor man end on a train Take his last breath Slumps over drops his last bit of change A mother pacing by her window pane Staring hopeless at the gentle
a fear Once it was nothing and now it is here A beautiful mind Not accidental, coincidental, experimental A beautiful man, though a touch so gentle
to feed yes indeed i cut off bleed i sweat in tears untill im free my set for tha 213 wit protect to the e-y-e just soak it in like mother earth who was
I'm standing on the curb puffin' on the herb Tryin' to get what a mother fucker deserve I'm tryin' to stay high true to the trilla Tryin' to get richer
Mother, oh Mother, he asked me to marry He asked for my hand in the fall But Mother, oh Mother, you said child be wary When a sweet talking man comes
Wading through the puddles in a summer rain And I'll bet you're kind to children and Someday you'd like to be a mother too And do you get a feeling when
real baby, swell a dub crazy DJ rewind that Naughty with that 3L Dub baby I move simple, just as sooth mix'll move gentle I give ya mother, goose pimples
kid you wasn't born right Playin center I block your wack raps like bill cartwright Pick up your rebounds, plastic soft production sounds All mc groups will be cartoons like mother
must be Then I came to the place where my mother was laid And in silence I stood by her tomb And her voice seemed to say in a low gentle tone I am
she had already told Her mother already knows and now the drama unfolds As she says, ?My, you're my angel in disguise You look at me with gentle eyes