Adam lay ibounden Bounden in a bond Foure thousand winter Thought he not too long And all was for an apple An apple that he tok As clerkes finden Wreten
Translation: The Mediaeval Baebes. Adam Lay Ibounden.
you find lay your head down, lay your head down... beautiful sleeping baby sail on the river wide when the leaves of autumn trees all fall baby don't cry lay
't send me down To rob that bank again I got a notion that You're leadin' me to sin Won't you relax Won't you lay way back Don't you bug Your honey '
into me So imperfectly what you should be Lay here, it's safe here, I'll let you be broken open Hide here, confide here so we can be broken open Lay
tend to rise out a nigga It's history, Snitch, who decided he's a member Once he got pinched, coincided with law Same homie say, he lay it down for the
Can you lay your life down, so a stranger can live? Can you take what you need but take less than you give? Could you close everyday without the glory
die for a sun , can being richer and cruel Reachin a full 98, and got the kids in the pool Isn't it cool how it spreads joy, hons lay in it And it's hard
your mind? Think about it Cause all these dimes Like Nationwide, they just wanna be on my side But baby this is all I can provide The whole town'll have water if I lay
knows about the wicked piggy boaster The sherrif at the border, he tried to take me out I drew my axe with the quickness and cut his Adam's apple out
are you baby Where can you be Why aren't you here Loving me 'Cause I won't to kiss you And make you feel right I want to lay with you all through the
scrimmage waitin' for you fucking imitations And I'm not discriminating myself when I'm making my wealth Pure facts, it's hard for me to endure wack MC's I lay
Can you lay your life down, so a stranger can live? Can you take what you need, but take less than you give? Could you close every day, without the glory
Bing Crosby/Guardsmen Quartet/Victor Young Orchestra Written by: Adolphe Adam/John Sullivan Dwight Peaked Billboard position #7 in 1938; #11 in 1941
sweet music You've got those bedroom eyes That always take me by surprise I'm not gonna undress you, tonight Do it yourself and lets get started Tonight, let's lay
d be a lying Suckers try to bite, they try to pursue it {Yea explain to musician. Them knew it, but them can't do it} (G) Lay It On Me Lay it on me
Adam lives in theory tryin' to turn stone into bread Masquerading like he's got it figured out Cut off from the sunshine, only smart in his own head Leaving
NIGHT Writers John Sullivan Dwight, Adolphe Adam O holy night, the stars are brightly shining, It is the night of the dear Saviour's birth. Long lay
