much it probably hurts alot of grown men see me moving as with all the little boys, well there just little boys i got a massive buzz, your making little
home?" 'Cause one little Christmas tree can light up a home So one little child can find a toy One little Christmas tree can light up a home So one
terrestrial Came up out the fuckin' dirt like a vegetable Find out what ma cerebellum for When I pin the boof and told Montana press record Little Patrick didn't catch a little
is my garden growing now? A tender kiss, a little smile The way a mother holds her child Chorus (David Byrne, The Crack Alley Children's Choir & Chali 2na) Tasty little
upon the face of loved ones As they sadly placed a wreath of flowers on a tiny grave And wondered why a child is brought into the world To only live a little
I saw it again today in the face of a little child Looking through the eyes of fear and uncertainty It echoed in a cry for freedom across the street and
being sung by a choir And folks dressed up like Eskimos Everybody knows a turkey and some mistletoe Help to make the season bright Tiny little tots
people wonder, could such a terrible tail be true? Who would make up such a terrible tale? It seems such a cruel punishment for such a tiny little lie
home? 'Cause One little Christmas tree can light up a home So one little child can find a toy One little Christmas tree can light up a home So one little
I was a child- Way back fo when I was a tot. When I was on embryo- A tiny speck. Just o dot. When I was a Hershey bar- In my father's back pocket. Hey
With the paint job, that look like a icy pop Your wifey jock, she like Rasaq Thick hips, with the tiny top You could find me propped, in a grimy spot
Bogan; music by James Seals, 1974) From the album UNBORN CHILD (1974). Oh little baby, you'll never cry, nor will you hear a sweet lullabye. Oh unborn child
Evil dick, evil dick Evil dick likes warm, wet places Evil dick don't care about faces Evil dick likes young, tiny, small spaces Evil dick leaves little
crime But it's you I can't deny A dull heat rises from the sheets I'm both a patient boy With and a jealous man My double standardized Suspicion is
a word But I can jump off a limb into a river of change I'm taking back my brave I'm my momma's only girl The child in a mess (I've always been that
a king And that His tiny little fingers would bring us together For ever and ever, pretty little baby child For ever and ever pretty little baby child Pretty little
a casket for a crib Nursery for an autopsy Body bag for a bib... Hush little baby, don't say a word Mama's going to have to get a casket reserved But
sung by the choir And folks dressed up like Eskimos Everybody knows a turkey and some mistletoe Help to make the season bright Tiny little tots with