to get right I don't love you to death, cause I love you to life And you a teenager, you might not want my advice You might be full of spite, think you
goes Port-Au-Prince Knoxville Anvan love and the city that never sleeps From thought to finish I was born just a couple of weeks late Stayed home longer
was on a roll before i knew it I fell in love with his soul "Aye poppy aye" was the cry as he made love to me I was freaked by the way he just to do
sick I am I just touched these keys and poof, like magic I always seemed to feel better I've always known you had talent, Bobbie This piano is for you
you make that ass (MJG) I'm a killer with the mic Before I get buck with the gun 1-9-7-2 was the birth Tell a nigga was the worst You can't fuck with
The human atom bomb, yeah Played some Little Richard songs on my stereo 'Bama lama baby Bama loo I need love, I need love Sweet little baby do you need love
features and elegant waistline Are going to waste while she pleases her parents I I was born yesterday And I believe all that you say I have no choice I must obey You I
The only girl I've ever loved Was born with roses in her eyes But then they buried her alive One evening 1945 With just her sister at her side And only
I was Mozart's old piano with a special gold inlay I was always a lover of music but I never did learn to play I thought I'd be saved by my collection
I'm a star. And the audience loves me. And I love the audience and they love me for loving them. And I love them for loving me. And we jus to love each
fast, doesn't it? I'm bing. David: oh, I'm pleased to meet you. you're the one that sings, right? Bing: well, right or wrong, I sing either way.
or sick I am I just touched these keys and, Oh, like magic I've always seemed to feel better I've always known you had talent, Bobbie This piano is for you
-aah (instrumental & piano solo) I was born in Ferriday, Lou'siana Lord, I was born feet first Come out jumpin', been jumpin'ever since Lord, I know
why we were unkind First born son, son of a gun I love you even more than when the song was begun First born son, son of a gun I love you even more than
Christmas Whispering, "You're the only one" And ever since I was a boy I never felt that I belonged Like everything they did to me Was an experiment to see How I
on Can you dig it? Right on Can you dig it? Right on Can you dig it? Right on Can you dig it? Right on Can you dig it? Right on Can you dig it? I got