s your cousin Shanice. Since I can't be with her, I need you to babysit her. Besides; she looks up to you - you're her idol - and tomorrow is her first violin
violin Made out of solid wood (Chorus) Possessor of the magic touch And no magician he Will play for you some magic notes Instead, as you will see (Chorus
could paint a picture of this melody It would be a violin without its strings And the canvas in my mind Sings the songs I left behind Like pretty flowers and a sunset CHORUS
ve done So fear not the passing of the days 'Cause like the song of the violin You only grow sweeter with age 'Cause like the song of the violin You only
This HQ is alive and alone No driveway no sign of a home No dial tone, no line for the phone No "World's Tiniest Violin Song." And I might just lie to
to live [Chorus] Being a victim of her daddy's hands for so long She lost the will to move on Sick of picking up her violin to hide from what's wrong
You Remind Me Of My G [Pleasure:] Your My Favorite Song, When I Turn You On I Hear You All Night Long When I Turn You On [Chorus] [Bridge:] Oooo Ah
If You Violate, I Play The Violin Well From Bricks To Park Hills Don't Be Like Zoolander, Waitin For That Blue Steel To Be Showing On Your Griill.. (Lol) [Chorus
time [Chorus] Respect, walk Run your mouth when I'm not around It's easy to achieve You cry to weak friends that sympathize Can you hear the violins playing you song
I'm living right in the midst of a fire pit The gang banging and the violence is the sweetest song In a room with the heart of a violin Don't violate
sympathize Can you hear the violins playing your song? Those same friends tell me your every word [Pre] [Chorus x2] Are you talking to me? No way, punk! [Chorus
It's easy to achieve You cry to weak friends that sympathize Can you hear the violins playing you song? Those same friends tell me your every word [Pre] [Chorus
Two people making memories Just too good to tell These songs are never ending (?) When we're lying where we fell We're painting pictures Making magic Taking chances Making love Chorus
this song, to make you feel hard when you hit the bong. When the 40`s up and then the 40`s gone, to Lick shots kill cops, to a hip hop song. So pull them
Chorus] Respect, walk Run your mouth when I'm not around It's easy to achieve You cry to weak friends that sympathize Can you hear the violins playing you song