Ex D-Boy used to sell that girl Now they know my name all across the world They say Earl, Earl, they say Earl, Earl Ex D-Boy used to sell that girl Now
How do I love you? How do I need you? Let me count the ways How do I love you? How do I need you? Let me count the ways Let me count the ways How do
One, two, three, four You spun your web back a Sunday or two I ain't never met nobody like the likes of you You got me preachin' the news You turned
Now the funeral grounds are at last awash With the blackness of this frigid autumn night I've lurked into the graveyard with pick and spade in tow This
The Count: Oh, Count von Count's continuous country cookin' downhome diner If you like home cookin' try it Transylvanian style At Count von Count's continuous
One, two, three, four, five, six pox Rest your wings Seven, eight, nine, ten As I count your green things Eleven, twelve and thirteen pox Now close your
You know that I am called the Count Because I really love to count I could sit and count all day Sometimes I get carried away I count slowly, slowly,
Go to sleep, my little bat, Oh, say good night to your black cat. Do not put on your nightgown, You'll be sleeping upside down. Go to sleep my little
In which direction are we going? How many runaways are we stowing? Over the black sea with your arms around me In whose honor have we gone missing? I
Oh, I believed in us Tell me what are you thinkin'? Why can't we make it? Why would you say those things to me? If you're trying to break this Just go
I've always had the upper hand where our love was concerned But now you've upped and left me and I think it's time you learn If you're not back here in
Body count, body count Body count, body count Body count, body count Body count B C, B C, B C, B C (Muthafucka) B C, B C, B C, B C B C, B C, B C, B C
Bodycount Body muthafuckin' count Bodycount Body muthafuckin' count
There's a killer, there's a killer There's a killer coming down It sounds just like a whisper From the corner of her pretty miles You can't run like this
Words and music by John Kay and Michael Wilk Money, money, day and night You got to pay and pay Well, I tell you honey, it just ain't right To let them
Mary cries out, "For the love of God" As she's walking out of the laundromat Down the street and it's the short way home Feeling special cause she's so
Can't remember just how it ended, I'm hazy as to how it began Crazy how our lives got so tangled, now we're simply silent partners again Secretly walking
Yo, the Lord is my shepherd, the sword is my weapon Reward is a blessin' that comes from the struggle Shoes been scuffled, blood's been shed Another Mother
