There's four words on the tip of my tongue That I wouldn't say to just anyone Maybe I'm crazy to say them to you My heart's fighting Sweet temptations
a condemned man named Tom Dooley. When the sun rises tomorrow, Tom Dooley must hang. Chorus: Hang down your head, Tom Dooley. Hang down your head and
to be Then her voice came on the line, not her, but the answer machine She said, "I'm sorry, I can't take your call, cause I'm packing up to away And John
didn't, John Henry had some women on his mind There was a woman cross the street named Poor Selma Loved John Henry like a natural man John Henry quit
There was a time I was everything and nothing all in one When you found me I was feeling like a cloud across the sun I need to tell you how you light
s so hard to overcome Trying hard to fight the feeling Lechery can be such fun 'Cause everywhere there's lots of foxes And every cat I meet's a tom I
two would be John Adams and then number three George Washington was the first, you see He once chopped down a cherry tree President number two would be John
had such a wicked time, Kiss the boys and make them cry Laugh and while I wave goodbye They?d still like another try Ordinary Dick and Tom, Matthew, Mark, Luke and John
in ya eye I confess, I'm like Jesse James in an Ames parking lot Have humorous fun, pulling numerous guns on consumers, run Your man-freaked that, I told John
The revolution will not be brought to you by Xerox In 4 parts without commercial interruptions The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon Blowing a bugle and leading a charge by John
Had a flesh back, screwing some dude up in his hashback The night before, body still sore, holding her ass crack A regular John, she met her through Tom
en mass Take it back like Linda Ronstadt Or luke sky with a twisted long hat Ton ton fat subsisting on that Tom tom hi hat Insist upon that Listen to John
becoming a top ten you dreamed of getting cream, best believe I'm John Deere ?, earth tones in the winter Purp rolled in a rillow I am on my John Lithgow
my fame? Do she want me because of my name? I like the ladies sweet and serious Not those 'hos that plays the game On every Tom, Dick and Harry Shawn, Jerry, John
any nigga who bomb a bitch My accomplices, they remain anonymous And they gon stay there, I swear, I'm what honest is Honestly you thought I quit like Tom
... from a quin tessential, existential nightmare to a sanctuary waiting in the sun THANK YOU WIRING DEPT.; CAPP ST. FRED BESTALL; ERIC MUELLER; STEVE BLUSH; PAT FOLEY; JIM DUNBAR; MIKE HEALY; PAT HOED; JOHN
Fidel Qu saban Lennin y Lincoln del amor Qu saben Fidel y Clinton del amor Ella se sienta en su mesa, l tiembla de la emocin Ella se llama Teresa y l se llama John
