know her name She must like being lonely Got no time for anyone But I hear her play that stereo Right through to the rising sun I hear her playing music In her
her name she must like being lonely got no time for anyone but I hear her play that stereo right through to the rising sun I hear her playing music in her
Translation: Manilow, Barry. I Hear Her Playing Music.
know her name she must like being lonely got no time for anyone but I hear her play that stereo right through to the rising sun I hear her playing music in her
I have never known a girl like her before She is really into music that's for sure Ev'rywhere she goes there is music all around She is always dancing
you hear somethin, make sure you hear it right Don't make a ass outta yourself by assumin My music keeps you movin, what are you provin? You know that I
got medicine I got bars, sentencin' I'm a bad bitch, I'm a cunt And I'll kick that ho, punt Forced trauma, blunt You play the back bitch, I'm in the
Well I've heard there was a secret chord That David played, and it pleased the Lord But you don't really care for music, do you? Well, it goes like this
[Gudda Gudda] I gets it in all day In the studio all work, no play I could pay a visit to your block broad day Fuck what ya'll say I spit raw hard yay
I heard there was a secret chord David played and it pleased the Lord But you don't really care for music, do ya? Well, it goes like this The fourth,
knows who i am I'm Mr. Kardinal voice to the people Black J's family and verses are lethal I dont have time for the play play She a good chick yo but
' set it off And that's when I stepped to her Pimpin' my way over, noticed I wanna do her And then I whispered in her ear Tellin' her stuff that she wanna hear
Mars We're like different stars But you're the harmony to every song I sing And I wouldn't change a thing She's always trying to save the day Just want to hear my music play
you're the harmony to every song I sing And I wouldn't change a thing When I'm yes, she's no When I hold on, he just lets go We're perfectly imperfect But I
Lights flicker from the opposite loft In this room the heat pipes just cough The country music station plays soft But there's nothing, really nothing to turn off Just Louise and her
hear, I know You can stay but that guitar has just gotta go" So he pulled his hat down over his eyes Headed out for them western skies I think Bob Dylan
some tennis shoes Let these brothers know that your momma she got her house too Let these niggas know that your sister wouldn't of Finished college without you I