THAT AIN'T A WOMAN'S WAY (Bill Anderson) « © '70 Stallion Music » RECORDED BY KITTY WELLS I sat alone at home all weekend waitin' for
Now is the time
Dive like a swan in a pond, as the train rolls in. Close your eyes, hold your breath - , you'll be holding it forever. There are methods, many methods
Dzwonisz do mnie p?«n? noc? Spazmatycznie oddychaj?c Szepczesz do mego zm©czonego ucha niezrozumia?y przekaz Powooooooli!! Powolny i uwalony, nie pe?zaj
You're calling me late at night Spasmodically breathing You wisper to my tired ear unintelligible message Sloooooow!!! Stone it, fuck it! Don't creep
Get up We've got the method of groove that grabbed your attention Now that you're aware we're gonna give you the message My, my father taught, my father
Here's some music to crash your car to Ain't no use its to fast to undo, crash, crash 60 shots of Jack and I feel you Equilibriums off and its pure pandemonium
I don't deny I'm in the public eye Seems like 24/7 being watched by a spy Makes me wonder why they don't live their own lives They're not news reporters
A seed become a flower A cocoon becomes a butterfly Winter becomes spring time And love becomes a child The clouds become the rain The sad becomes the
Power to the positive people Please push your panic buttons Stop the press, it's those hypocritical judge And condemning preacher, with pens behind the
Are you tired of hanging out in your car And getting sweated by the boys in blue? Tired of getting shot by your best friend and not receiving Any medical
It's a mother fucking method Are you ready? Are you ready? Are you ready? Are you ready for the weekend? Come on baby Come on baby It don't stop Come
Tilo - power to the positive people please push your panic buttons Stop the press it's those hypocritical judge and condeming preached With pens behind
Seventy seven million dollars made From watchin' me cum under the sun Under my vacation Shootin' my jizzy jizzum, the woody Has rissy rizen I ain't
Hello This is the operator with a collect call from the LA County jail from Tommy Will you accept the charges? Theory of relativity to spirituality a
Now I'm shedin' my skin Ya gotta listen to me I'll tell ya what I see Never believe whatcha read the shit is spreadin' like a disease Never feel withdrawn