the ship from the bottle? Heart of gold heart of gold heart of gold Gold, gold mother, gold, gold, gold mother I can see the head now Between her legs now Purple
. in the middle of your book of ages you write your dreams down to the letter. tired of second chances and singles dances. her robes were purple velvet
I awoke Saw mad snow, we at her spot at the Poconos Bridge robes, crib hot as a stove She changed out of her clothes, put on a silky bath robe Panty hoes
But today there was fear in his eyes So I said, "Daddy why are they screaming? Why are the faces of some of them beaming? Why is he dressed in that bright purple robe
I'm a burning village I can't control myself Like a free bird floating I'm never askin' for help My purple robes disgrace Drawn into their black embrace
thangs melt in you and way down in Athens, Jada's a bell ringer I'ma bring the hood to the farm Bless 'em with some purple hay Remove the wood from the
helpin you when them thangs melt in you and way down in Athens, 'Kiss is a bell ringer I'ma bring the hood to the farm Bless 'em with some purple haze
lies and vice burn my head in obscure rooms rush of womans' robe turns me to stone in the door the nightly silhuette upon my head a rising shade of death
In a crazy haze In a purple robe I walk amaze King of the strobe Flashing and unfaithful I'm hardly light at all Tripping and ungraceful I was
are feared And wave your rod How dare you be the one to assess Me in this godforsaken mess You, a man in a purple dress A man in a purple dress When
the whore rollers You tryin to play the fast role Dawg you an ass hole Your chick gave me your cock, cigar and your bath robe Test the circle, beat you till your purple
who have loved me so I have loved, at what cost Lord, I don't know I'm living on borrowed time I'm living on borrowed time These robes, purple royal
[4:30] Mark how our shadow, Mark Movits mom frere One small darkness encloses How gold and purple that shovel there To rags and rubbish disposes Charon
highway halo. Shaky faith, Lilly Kimball Patron saint, Traveling minstrel, Let her dusty wings unfold, Forgive her bad luck soul, Put her in a purple robe
your ass, sipping your milk But it's all bone and curdle. I saw stones in a circle Stood in the middle. Told myself riddles in a robe that's purple The
Mark how our shadow, Mark Movits, mon frere One small darkness encloses How gold and purple that shovel there To rags and rubbish disposes Charon