Don?t know it all, but i tell what i know Never let girl cook in ya kitchen All up in ya fridge, and next will the stove Never let girl cook in ya kitchen
In the sunlight of mid-April But the glow won't stop the smiles That are spreading on our faces As we fall down on the kitchen floor And she's laughing
Da Da Daa Da Verse 1 I got 36 ounces Fish Scale Entree Newspaper on the floor I break it down bag it up Hit the hood sew it up Hit the kitchen blow it
2000 / robert johnson ) The woman I love Took from my best friend, Some joker got lucky, Stole her back again. You better come on In my kitchen Where
ve nowhere else to go The Venus of the soup kitchen is standing there over me Every night I'm gonna be here staring hungrily The Venus of the soup kitchen
Stars are falling down onto this broken-hearted hungry clown because he cannot get his fill. Never thought that he would ever want this much from a man
So full of hope that he can't sit still even in the presence of strangers. He's expecting his favourite guest, the boy with easy virtues. But when the
On Tooting Broadway station I knelt down and wept. My hands hit the concrete floor until my fingers bled. I will cut him out of my heart, I will leave
Sang by Julian When I'm with you, I'm the ocean, float within me. When I look at you your brilliant smile stops time, intoxicates me. I can't lose myself
When Marilyn Monroe woke up in heave, she had everything she'd need for the perfect day, the perfect man takes her walking where no-one can stare. She
I's OK, It's OK, I promise I'll stay. Turn down the lights, I'll sit with you, we'll talk like we're friends. Tell me where this troubled love began.
Animal nuzzles up to my shoulder. Sweats and grunts and pushes me over. With its musty mane in my eyes I'm closed off and protected. Inside sleep together
It's okay, it's okay, I promise I'll stay Turn down the lights I'll sit with you, we'll talk like we're friends Tell me where this troubled love began
Love is our large concern But that's become difficult to share She cannot open her eyes They've been glued by greed I'm not in the habit of hurting a
On Tooting Broadway station I knelt down and wept My hands hit the concrete floor Until my fingers bled I will cut him out of my heart I will leave these
He's not falling, simply waiting, fading at the edges. Sitting back, thinking that there's little point in moving. He smiles, says his stars are friendly
Here are several pictures and pictures mean the past Here's a pretty desert scene and here's a sea of grass Likely orchards and vacant lots, big men grinning
You stand here in my place Feel the warmth upon your face Stand back and start to smile You now have time, you now have will I would never want to leave
