won I saw it in the midnight sun And I hear it in the windy storm And I feel it in the icy dawn And I smell it the wine I taste And I see it in my father
My goddess I don't believe in you, I don't believe in you, I don't believe in you My Goddess My Goddess My Goddess My Goddess My Goddess My Goddess My
I won't die. And so my love when next we meet I'll worship you and fall down at your feet My Goddess, my Goddess My Goddess. INSTRUMENTAL And now
Translation: Clifford T. Ward. My Goddess.
Translation: Dead. The Goddess Who Stole My Penis.
Translation: The Exies. My Goddess.
Translation: Fall of the Leafe. My Weeping Goddess.
Translation: Unknown. Pele Is My Goddess.
Translation: Withered Garden. Flame In Your Soul (My Goddess).
Translation: Zerokarma. My Goddess's Charms.
My Goddess I was knee deep in a sick love I was cross eyed under your drug Schizo savior, mad messiah Fatal worship you inspired Gone, I don?t believe
I feel it in the race I won And I hear it in the windy storm And I feel it in the icy dawn And I smell it the wine I taste And I see it in my father's
make you my wife, baby You're beautiful, lady My beautiful, so wonderful, I love you so Oh, we could be down for life Have a couple kids and make you my
Caspisce, capisce) They call me King Hov, copy? Big ballin' is my hobby So much so they think I'm down with the Illuminati My watch do illuminate My pockets
somehow closer to you Because I knew, like, you guys were best friends And you talked everyday And it was thrilling to touch something That had touched you In my head you were like this goddess
Up to lips that time forgets [Incomprehensible] the Hollywood sun sets Behind your back Can't the band play on? Just listen, they play my song Ash to
Hov, copy, copy, copy? They call me King Hov, copy? Big ballin' is my hobby So much so they think I'm down with the Illuminati My watch do illuminate, my
If frisy hair was a metaphor for festival time then this woman is a goddess of that festival shrine, met her - at a jam in that garden of sorts I must
