Send me the pillow that you dream on Don't you know that I still care for you? Send me the pillow that you dream on So darling, I can dream on it too
This guitar is for sale, I'll let her go cheap She's pretty to look at but she don't earn her keep She can roar like the west wind, she can weep, she
I know a place Ain't nobody crying That ain't nobody lying Lying to the races And big ol' smile upon their faces Oh, help me, oh, help me now 'Cos I
From in the middle of the room She hears the conversation moving Further from where she's going Without even knowing Now the vibrations in the floor
Well, the crop's all in and the work's all done Gonna clean up the barn and have a lot of fun Throw salt on the floor, sweep it all around Do the boogie
Haul me up, I'm waiting Oh yeah, yes I'm waiting Waiting now they say for shopping day I'll pretend that I'm a rich man And I'll carry it away Oh yeah
You're a grown woman, good at what you do I'm happy as hell when I'm alone with you As you stroke my body and soothe my brow With everything that the
Gonna take a message to mother Tell her that I'll be home soon Let her know I'm still undercover Hiding out behind the moon The selling of America Its
Wouldn't you think that I'd have it all figured out by now And that I'd know exactly what I'm doin'? Wouldn't you think that I'd have a key To open every
[WIDOW CORNEY (spoken)] Get a good price for him, Mr. Bumble. [MR. BUMBLE] One boy, Boy for sale. He's going cheap. Only seven guineas. That -- or thereabouts
Love for sale Appetizing young love for sale Love that's fresh, still unspoiled Love that's only slightly soiled, love for sale Who will buy? Who would
The wind was chill as we sat on the steps, I could see the vapor form from your breath, Well, your lips were red and your skin so pale, But your cash
I remember waking in the morning To the sound of the rooster's crow Mamma cooking in the kitchen Arthur Godfrey on the radio Me and Dad were just
I remember waking in the morning To the sound of the rooster's crow Mamma cooking in the kitchen Arthur Godfrey on the radio Me and Dad were just like
Zicky Zicky Zicky Daddy Yankee yo! Rr-rr-Randee [RANDY & YANKEE] Hoy salgo pa la calle sin rumboooooo (camina conmigo en esta c'mon) Como un vagabundo
Standin' on the corner with the low down blues Is a great big hole in the bottom of my shoes Honey, let me be your Salty Dog Let me be your Salty Dog
Woo woo, haha, G unit We got those semi automatics And we got them revolvers We those niggaz that you should get at If you got a problem When those
Look at how they run and hide away Try to reach the sun, you climbed then failed And all the time you try to be someone Too proud to say you're sorry