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said, "Howdy," he said, "Hi" He told a little story that sounded well rehearsed Four days on the run and that he's dying of thirst The brew was in my hand
'm watching my watch every second seems to say Silly fool you'll learn before this day goes on That the one who stole your heart away is gone [ piano ] The hands
home, home And we were always half crazy, now look at you, baby You make about as much sense as a nursery rhyme And love is a piano, dropped from the four
pianiste Que j'attends I only have two hands But the music I like much Only plays with four hands But so long as exist This pianist I'm waiting for Sinon ce piano
mysonne, see mysonne is the one that knock on your door You open up, you see a whore wit the glock to your jaw See mysonne is the one that hit the blocks
these 20 acrobatic tricks in a row, one, two, three, four, five... Splits, spread eagles, back flips, flip flops, one right after the other. Well, this one
With a face most hair and the dreary stare of a dog whose day is done As he watered the green stuff in his glass and the drops fell one by one Then
; With a face most hair, and the dreary stare of a dog whose day is done, As he watered the green stuff in his glass, and the drops fell one by one. Then
It's mysonne, see mysonne is the one that knock on your door You open up, you see a whore wit the glock to your jaw See mysonne is the one that hit the
said, "Howdy" - he said, "Hi" He told a little story - that sounded well rehearsed Four days on the run and that he's dying of thirst The brew was in my hand
Love is a piano Dropped from a four story window And you were in the wrong place At the wrong time I don't like your girlfriend I blame her Never seen one
Ah one ah two Ah one two three four Well I was busted flat in Baton Rouge Headin' for the train Feelin' nearly faded as my jeans Oh Bobby thumbed
" - he said, "Hi" He told a little story - that sounded well rehearsed Four days on the run and that he's dying of thirst The brew was in my hand
this verse here a motherfuckin' bomb threat Cause I ain't even let out, all of my dogs yet I ain't even pulled out my four fours yet I ain't even let
It's Mysonne, see Mysonne is the one that knock on your door You open up, you see a whore wit the glock to your jaw See Mysonne is the one that hit the