, you're beautiful people to me If you don't see the same trees I see, you're beautiful people to me Make deserts bloom and oceans die, just beautiful people
your lives You ain't worshiping I How did you manage to ruin such a beautiful planet? The turn of the times left my continents and countries Ridden with murder and crime, earthly decline People
on the microphone and what do you see huh! The rest was my legacy I was born to be the king of the be bop swing To have Stallions and medallions, big
Many, many years ago When this land was young A lot of our country was covered By big tall beautiful trees And men had to have the trees To make wood
all western fans, but the japanese don't think maki-chan is beautiful. she's too different from your standard japanese beauty -- people think she has
take it to the pawn shop My heart's in the highlands at the break of dawn By the beautiful lake of the black swan Big white clouds like chariots that
words before he passed But I know one day we will once more cross paths They say, "Big Boi, can you pull it off without your nigga Dre" I say "People
my ashtray and put my cigar out once my high is gone with the wind i grab my lighter then i flick then i again briefly take a chronic break weed headache big
where it's crunk this evening One the other side of that great big pond You really think a Georgia boy can't get fun Love the way this beautiful catty
White people are so scared of black people They bulldoze out to the country And put up houses on little loop-d-loop streets And while America gets its
by John Williamson Real country people in their prime, Livin' in New South on Queensland time He's a stockman, likes raisin' sheep, Likes raisin' children
to Cape Cod It's them doggone big ol' city buildings I'm ridin' to escape from Ridin' to a small town Ridin' to a small town Yo, I ride past beautiful
like pure Rocky Mountain air Like the big sky shining on a Winnipeg night Dust in the air and the Northern Lights All in your country wide soul I love your country
puttana. FZ: He's on television set. Massimo: E non cagarmi il cazzo. Stumuk: A non cacarmil catzo. Massimo: 'Cause I have a big bunch of minchia! Stumuk: A big
America is a big country America is a big idea I once got a fortune cookie that said America is a place where people can invent themselves So when
Help me big up Jamaica The land of wood and water The systems might no proper But we love the vibes the food and the culture Woi, can't you see The beauty
Mr. DeMille. (A long embrace.) NORMA Last time I saw you was some place terribly gay. I was dancing on a table. DEMILLE A lot of people were. Lindbergh
