Call Louise Louisa do I assess myself through you Call Louise Louisa do I had such a night come true Overhead Morning skies all for you What a day I
Call Louise Louisa do I assess myself through you Call Louise Louisa do I had such a night Come true Overhead Morning skies all for you What a day I
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but there We will dance the Hootchy-kootchy I will be your tootsie wootsie If you will meet in St. Louis, Louis Meet me at the fair Meet me in St. Louis, Louis
I see trees of green, red roses too I see them bloom, for me and you And I think to myself What a wonderful world I see skies of blue, and clouds of
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Hello, Dolly, this is Louis, Dolly It?s so nice to have you back where you belong You?re lookin? swell Dolly, I can tell, Dolly You?re still glowin? you
's gone left this town Fellin' tomorrow like I feel today If I'm feelin' tomorrow like I feel today I'll pack my truck and make my get away St. Louis
! Slit your throat and zip you up. I won't fuck up your pretty make-up. Tell your friends try not to brag. You're sleeping in a Louis Vuitton bodybag
find me in St. Louie Where the gun play ring all day Some got jobs and some sell yea' Others just smoke and fuck all day You can find me in St. Louie
And that's what she likes to hear the most Liza's been around the block She's currently a femme bitch top A giant step from old Louise Now she's the
Now with her legs spread wider She needed to have Louise inside her She said, "I'll never forget the first time You kissed me, now I want you to fist me" Louise
sticking in her ass and one in her cunt A butterfly vibrator straped tight to her clit But who's got the remote control That would belong to louise She
This is the G. I. Jive Man alive It starts with the bugler blowin' reveille over your bed when you arrive Jack, that's the G. I. Jive Roodley-toot Jump
Mop mop, a thousand years ago Mop mop, a guy named Jungle Joe Was a drummer man in a Zulu band That made swing history Mop mop, one day the king said
Baby, baby, baby, What's wrong with Uncle Sam? He's cut down on my sugar Now he's messin' with my ham I got the ration blues Blue as I can be Oh, me,
Oink oink, moo moo Oink oink, moo Oink oink, moo moo Q-q-quack, q-q-quack Peep peep, peep peep "Peep peep", said the chick in the barnyard pen "Quack
