A long, long time ago I can still remember how that music used to make me smile And I knew if I had my chance that I could make those people dance And
A long, long time ago, in a galaxy far away Naboo was under an attack And I thought me and Qui-Gon Jinn Could talk the Federation in To maybe cutting
Like us all you want the very best of life A car, a house, a neighborhood that's nice With flowers and trees and lots of little kids around Where public
A long long time ago I can still remember How that music used to make me smile And I knew that if I had my chance I could make those people dance And
I know what you're doing and I'll save you the trouble I saw you wink for the waiter to slip me a double If you want some barroom swinger I'm not the
This ain't Sinatra This ain't the Carter I am the chaperone nigga who brought'cha I am the author...this is Holy water From the Holy Father the Rock of
[Swizz Beatz chorus X2] I got my drink and my two step My drink and my two step Got my drink and my two step My drink and my two step It's on, it's on
All the Bottle poppin Patron we rockin (Kanye West) uh uh uh uh yeah Me and Cass got flows til the beat run out I told you muthafuckers before we
Long, long time ago Oh, I can still remember How the music used to make me smile And we knew if we got a chance That we could make the people dance And
Lying is killing the good things in me Ask me what the time is baby, ask me honey My eyes shift and slide Sure there are reasons for acting like this
Every time I drink a beer It makes your lazy eye disappear Every time I do a shot I think you're hot, but I know you're not Oh, I'm just trying to drink
It's not far I can walk down the block to table talk Close my eyes make the pies all day Plastic cap on my hair I used to mind now I don't care I used
Hola Senor / Please pour me one more / I can still feel my fingers / I've only stumbled in / For a tonic and gin / And some hurt in the morning / So turn
I've got nothing on my mind, nothing to remember Nothing to forget, I've got nothing to regret But I'm all tied up on the inside No one knows quite what
The grave that they dug him had flowers Gathered from the hillsides in bright summer colors And the brown earth bleached white At the edge of his gravestone
What can this be, can you tell me? Would you like to discover Why we're not free to be lovers? I've been wanting to ask you Where has all the love gone
Starry, starry night Paint your palette blue and gray Look out on a summer's day With eyes that know the darkness in my soul Shadows on the hills Sketch
Rhubarb Pie Rhubarb Pie It might rain tomorrow Better get some before I die Rhubarb Pie Rhubarb Pie It might rain tomorrow Better get some before
