little baby sitting down on her daddy's knee in a worn out cotton dress there's a little baby sitting down on her daddy's knee in a worn out cotton dress
came, the comet went And hid its face in the firmament I looked once and then turned away When I looked again it was much too late A summer wind, a cotton dress
gather me up like a handful of flowers wipe my tears like the morning dew warm up my soul like a soft cotton sweater and gather my heart all up in you
were the best now i got everybody lookin at me i got everybody lookin at me im a barbie girl in a barbie world life is plastic its fantastic you can brush my hair un dress
him at the front door, so afraid that he'd say no But he smiled and said, "Let mama get you ready" In your cotton shirt and faded jeans, you came for me And the gingham dress
makes me blush Cotton candy and champagne, yeah, that keeps us in the game Yeah, I'm a princess, a hot mess, a tiger in a short dress Let's party tonight
any tighter, we could cinch it Dress up leather, wear every color I'm going Rococo with sequins in the summer So come Twirl your dresses around Lift your cotton
in their lips and in their eyes Where do highbrows find the kind of love that satisfies? Underneath the Harlem moon They don't pick no cotton, picking cotton
In a Mississippi cotton pickin' Delta town Down in the Delta where I was born All we raised was cotton, potatoes and corn I've picked cotton till my
it real realer than Pittsburgh steel Yo Ghost pass the toast these niggas is daffodils Got buck naked bitches counting half a mil gloves on Fully dressed
Hung my cotton dress on rusted wire Up there on Pilahatchee Bridge Just a crazy roughneck's daughter Jumped head-first into the water Baptized away my
cant play me bitch **chorus** P-p-p-pow if you dress up like Osama Bin Laden P-p-p-pow to them days when niggas was picken cotton P-p-p-pow spittin
here in this cotton field, And that beatsack skirt And that hand-me-down shirt. Now, why don't you listen to me, baby. I'd dress you up in the finest
think that I can take it 'cause it took so long to bake it And I'll never have that recipe again, oh, no I recall the yellow cotton dress foaming like
One day near Christmas when I was just a child Mama called us together and mama tried to smile She said you know the cotton crop hadn't been too good
So you've found your prince Charming was just a dream There wasn't any palace And you weren't a queen In your faded cotton dresses Anyone could see But
who don't like me Talk behind my back and said that shit about me But I'm the type of girl that has to get mine Strap to dress with my killer platted
Dedicated emancipated Claims she waited her life for her man Loves to pray every day Says she's not frustrated in any way Dressed in a black cotton sack