Alex, Short and Sweet, leave your boyfriends at home and the drinks are on me next week. He seems like a real good guy, but you're only as good as your
Don't need no chorus, cash or candy now. Don't need no callous crush to come around. And I don't know who you are, But you and your boys ain't got nothing
I told her once Get thee behind me Cover up Missy for the love of God I can't not look, I can't not look And I can?t do a thing about what I saw Though
(Part One) Tell me what you want me to think You can lead me to water, you can make me drink I trust you if you say it's good You wouldn't hurt me and
She puts my body away Next to the trash Under the sink Along with all the cleaning supplies and the things that we buy and decide we don't need Well
(Part One) Well, I'm back in the moment where I belong It turns out four years was four years too long It's over And I'm over it Ahhh Well she sang
up on a lost son And I need to hear Him say "You and your friends can come in Your thoughts and that girl can come in Your parents and brothers are here
About a year from now I wake up in the arms of who I want, Without the need to hide our nakedness in pure and holy thought, but rather blessing thrice
Rye Whiskey makes the band sound better, makes your baby cuter, makes itself taste sweeter. Oh, boy! Rye whiskey makes your heart beat louder, makes
It'll Happen It's gonna happen babe But it hasn't happened yet I'm not gonna let you get Ahead of yourself It's your Achilles heel Though I want it bad
Baby's at the punch bowl with a glass for you to fill if you empty it with her in the time she has to kill kill kill kill me Baby's in the punch bowl
Nothing nothing then a kiss In the middle of the street And I'm loosening my grip On the throat of a bad dream Turning gold above your head A bell to
(Part One) Oh, Woman I'm your servant I don't know anything, But I'm read to learn Oh, Woman I am starving For your approval Be kind to me The big
We go to bed and you fall asleep, fall asleep, not me, we go to bed and I lie awake, lie awake and float out the window and down the street, over the
Translation: Clancy Brothers. Jug Of Punch.
WAY DON?T EVER MAKE EXCUSES OR PUNCH THE CLOCK CAUSE THAT?S HOW SUCKERS ARE MADE, AND YOUR DREAMS FADE DON?T EVER HIDE YOUR BRUISES OR SELL YOUR STOCK CAUSE THAT?S HOW BROTHERS
E.cuts the records and the yellow nigger gets loose No static,just much respect Truck my Rolex when I cruise the projects A fly brother that is hard to figure I punch
Just livin' on your own dick, that's a crime Homeboy, why don't you talk about somethin' You just talkin' loud and sayin' nothin' And if you get mad, sorry brother
