man! [Daz] Y'all niggas get ready to get high! What we doin in here y'all, huh? Everybody partyin, smokin, bullshittin Drinkin, c'mon [HOOK:] This for
In the kiddie room There's plenty of toys Review all the dances All from the old and the new With a real, a real live show For you and you and you
anymore And I've done all that I can do It's not for me to know It's not for me to know It's not for me to know And it's not for me to know I stood
?t I good to you There?s nothing in the world, too good for a girl that?s good and true Gee, baby, ain?t I good to you Bought you a fur coat for Christmas
Please don't talk about me when I'm gone Though our friendship ceases from now on And listen, if you can't say anything real nice It's better not to talk
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen This one's for the crowds Yea, yea, yea Well I took myself on to the doctor Wasn't feeling fine I had a fever 104
heart for the blues Love is satisfied to either win or lose Darling if our pathway parts let there be no broken hearts There's no room in my heart for
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Hey Nothing's too good for my baby Nothing's too good for my girl Nothing's too good for my baby Oh, no (Nothing's too good for my girl) I'm the luckiest
t put there to stay Oh love isn't love till you give it away You might think love is a treasure to keep Feeling to cherish and hold But love is a treasure for
was for him I bake a pie 'Cause nothing is too good for my baby (For my baby) For my baby (For my baby) Sugar baby (Sugar baby) Nothing is too good for
head upon my pillow Hold your warm and tender body close to mine Hear the whisper of the raindrops blowing soft against the window And make believe you love me one more time for
' You ain't ready for me, you ain't ready for me You ain't ready for me, yeah, what? You ain't ready for me, you ain't ready for me You ain't ready for
Who knows maybe he's not deranged The news men know what they know But they know even less than what they say And I don't know who I can trust For the
Help me breathe Help me believe You seem really glad That I am sad You are not my friend I cannot pretend that you are You made it sting Your voice
catch her down at wallys bar she's quiet the country singer she'll go cat fishing skinny dipping at the drop of a cowboy hat she ain't too good for that
Hey, Lionel Richie, ya ain't gettin' paid to dance. Why don't you get back to work? That's what I thought, ass.
