Lyrics:
George Special Ones

So rather than trying to open my heart, I'm going to lock it with a key So that only the special ones, so that only the special ones, can ever get through

Translation: George. Special Ones.

ticket, come straight to the jam I'll rip it Original lyrics, original lyrics, original lyrics, kenny parker on the mix! [special k] Yes yes I'm special

(George Strait) Chorus 1: I sure do like those Christmas cookies sugar I sure do like those Christmas cookies babe The ones that look like Santa Claus

gonna waste my time Washing clothes in a god damn machine! spoken: I feel very stongly about momentos. Memorabilia i guess you'd call it. Around the world Is what I call my wall of special

wanna battle? On the real? Choose your weapon: microphone, beats, or the wheels-of-steel" I own a crown in all three for getting down without a doubt I'd like to give a extra special

pedestrian beat. You don't dance to that beat, you dance to what George sings . . . Peddle-up FZ: Okay? The little ones, okay? The little quick ones, okay? Ready? George

that's all I wanted something special, something sacred- in your eyes for just one moment to be bold and naked at your side sometimes I think that you

That's all I wanted something special, something sacred- in your eyes for just one moment to be bold and naked at your side sometimes I think that you