She's a cranky old critter She's bitter, we warn ya She lurks in a tree house In Burbank, California Along with a nephew He says spew, he's cheerful
You get the limo out front(Wah-ooo) Hottest styles, every shoe,every color Yea, when you're famous it can be kind of fun It's really you but no one ever
I'm so excited, I just can't wait for you to come I've been living alone and lonely far too long When I see your face and the love that's in your eyes
[Ice-T] Godfather's in the house.. Grab yo' bitches Pimpin ain't pimpin ain't easy man (repeat 4X) Take a look at me, everything I own's iced out Pimp
I sound (anderson / howe / wakeman / bruford) Instrumental Ii second attention (anderson / howe / wakeman / bruford) Be gone you ever piercing Power
Who's the black private dick That's a sex machine to all the chicks? Shaft, ya, damn right Who is the man that would risk his neck For his brother man
10 Years (Oprah Winfrey show 10 year anniversary theme) You are moving on a crowded street Through various shades of people In the summers harshest
Looking for a ladder In the stratosphere So I can be happy Let my problems melt away Stranded on a plane With a cigarette Carry my heart Like a soldier
Every night in my dreams I see you, I feel you That is how I know you go on Far across the distance And spaces between us You have come to show you go
So you got dry rot and your water pressure's weak Your trash compactor's broke, the roof has sprung a leak You just found out your toilet's overflowed
you walked in late, Allow me to reiterate: The name of this movie is "Spy Hard". They call it "Spy Hard". You're watching "Spy Hard". It's the theme
Fat and weak, what a disgrace. Guess the champ got too lazy. Ain't gonna fly now, he's just takin' up space. Sold his gloves, threw his eggs down the
Oh, this is a story 'bout a guy named Al And he lived in a sewer with his hamster pal But the sanitation workers really didn't approve So he packed
Don't be afraid, love has no age Even from across the sea (So far across the sea) I can hear you calling me (Baby, come to me) Destiny controls the
Did you read the paper? They'll be coming for us soon Come on rocket, we're going to the moon We could shoot for the sun but that'd be too soon So one
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Change my pitch up Smack my bitch up Change my pitch up Smack my bitch up Change my pitch up Smack my bitch up Change my pitch up Smack my bitch up
Love, love is a verb Love is a doing word Feathers on my breath Gentle impulsion Shakes me, makes me lighter Feathers on my breath Teardrop on the fire
