I was made in England, out of Cadillac muscle I had a quit-me father, had a love-me mother I had little Richard and that black piano Oh that sweet Georgia
the words (in spraypaint) "I Love You, All I'm Saying, Pretty Baby, La La Love You". So this song was originally called "La La Love You". We found out
for I realized we've lost all attraction Moving on is all that's left to do God, I feel so foolish for what seemed so devastating And the love I had
pray for me to bare my tempted soul above And intercede with God for me I need the prayers of those I love [ piano ] I need the prayers of those I love
I sat bored at my piano When he walked into the bar When he nodded from his table I said, I know just how things are 'Cause the only time I see you Is
of the conscious rap Number 1 hustler, Mack 10, God is powerful, man Bone, He got me on here doin' somethin' positive, man Can you believe that? Betta yet, how ya love
moves, I'll be damned if we go hungry Ever since my pops passed the responsibilities belonged to me This song you see is like an ode to God That he
thing Will I walk away from love knowing nothing Wearing my heart between my legs? But when I know you're naked Lying on the bed while I'm at the piano
will brighten the kingdom around God's great throne Maybe angels have peace God bless her in heaven They've broken my heart and they've left me to roam [ piano
zai na kan man hua, wo que zai xue hua hua, dui zhe gang qin shuo hua When other kids are reading manga, I am learning to draw and learning to communicate with the piano
the wall with the fingers my highschool gave me; I'm still counting electric sheep at night, in love with an electric blanket in fact I make love with
edge on the bars of my play-pen Hoped to arrest the swift passage of time As though by some chance I could recreate Eden Apple pie? Lovely! My hopes
-go areas Opening one for them both instead Forgive them, they know not what they do There's no love lost at all Save them God are you waiting open-armed
You left your Bible on the dresser, so I put it in the drawer 'Cause I can't seem to talk to God without yelling anymore And when I sit at your piano
for God's sake give in And send the next joker in when you've gone Sing fat lady sing Sing it loud, sing it clear and sing it strong Give in for God
no weapon formed against us, bitches love my style But it'd be realer if you really love me And I ain't never want a woman, just a woman love me Let me
Please tell me good news Gypsy woman that my sweet love's a comin' home again God only knows of my big trouble I thought I had a true love a love that
audience loves me. And I love the audience and they love me for loving them. And I love them for loving me. And we jus to love each other. That's because