Julie and little John Tyler lived in the house next door We would be the great triangle and to this we swore Julie was my sweetheart, little John was
Hey baby boy why ya? Actin so shy why ya? Don't wanna come over and holla at a sista why ya? Gotta keep me waitin' so long Like your games gone missin
Beat on the brat, beat on the brat Beat on the brat with a baseball bat Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh-ho Beat on the brat, beat on the brat Beat on the brat with
When I was a little boy (when I was just a boy) And my mother would call my name (when I was just a boy) She'd say I had to be in the house by seven (
Music :rudolf schenker Lyrics:klaus meine She's knocking at my door That little angel knows the score She's knocking at my door But I won't let her out
Try to ride it Try to hide it Deep inside it ______________ Try to love it Try to hate it Try to touch it But you can't feel Hit by something Hit
Another friday night with the contraband Waiting for my plane to land Have a sip of this jack and mixer Watch the lakers beat the sixers I'm tired
Send me 'cross the river, take me 'cross the ocean I just need to be somewhere to sort out my emotions You know it's up to you, you know exactly what
I don't like to worry About no one else I like to be, you know alone and free I'm happy by myself, yeah But here comes this girl, woh yeah I've seen '
Oh you know that I've come back and we've tried it all over But each time my dear, it was worse than before Now my heart is broke, it's sad and it's sore
Yo, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay Ay it's T.I.P man, king of the south Rubber band man, boing with my 4 112 Letting all those suckers for Lord know man Keep
One mo? strike and I?m through, nigga It' s bottom of the ninth swingin', for my life I?m up at the plate, goin' for the gate They got my mom's seated
I've been having wicked thoughts Terribly wicked, selfish and cruel Imagining I stood high on a ledge And fell just out of the reach of you Just then
I have visions, I have visions of a happy land And in this happy land, happy land There is still one unhappy man Because of all the things he wants There
Earthquake in new york city, The chrysler building fell in my yard But when the shit hits the fan, I think I'll have to make my way Back to sunset boulevard
a whistle and I'm like a dog again Celebrating, yeah, it's great to stay up late (One kick in the head) Yeah, I was asking for it (Une frappe sur la
YOU DON'T KNOCK Writer W. Westbrook and C.A. Walton You don't knock you just walk on in the door to heaven's inn There's love and joy for you to share
I've been looking for an angle For a shortcut to your mind, ooh, ooh There's no point for us to wrangle So baby, here's the bottom line Here it goes
