And anytime you feel the pain. Hey, Jude, refrain Don't carry the world upon your shoulder For well, you know that it's a fool, Who plays it cool By making
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It's like it always rains when I run my brain, The chitter chatter's got me shattered, And I feel like I'm scattered now, I'm battered, Knocked down to
You got time If time is what you needed You're not mine I rather not believe you're fine Rather think you're up all night You're alright You knew me when
When Louis came home to the flat He hung up his coat and his hat He gazed all around, but no wifey he found So he said, "Where can Flossie be at?" A
Bows and flows of angel hair And ice cream castles in the air And feather canyons everywhere I've looked at clouds that way But now they only block the
Ooh, little sleepy boy Do you know what time it is? Well, the hour of your bedtime's long been past And though I know you're fightin' it I can tell when
Hey Jude, don't make it bad Take a sad song and make it better Remember to let her into your heart Then you can start to make it better Hey Jude, don
Judy has her own desire She wants to step into your fire She wants you tangled in her web She wants the flame never to tire She's wanting She's tripping
Whatever poison is in this bottle Will leave me broken sore and stiff But it's the genie at the bottom Who I'm sucking at, he owes me one last wish So
Jackie is a punk, Judy is a runt They both went down to [incomprehensible], join' the Ice capades (Yaa eee) An' oh, I don't know why Oh, I don't know
Jackie is a punk, Judy is a runt They went down to the Mudd Club And they both got drunk, oh yeah, oh Jackie is a bookie, Judy's taking loans They both
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"We All Love JUDY" music and lyrics: King Buzzo Go, go, go, go Send it all and define us Can't you feel it's away? Left all to remind us That it all
ooo-oo-oo-oooo (chorus) shake-a shake-a when she skaking that big cabous. got your ass crunk and they about to pop loose all them tricks that these girls
We thinkin' like 36, 24, 40 That's about right Judy got a booty from here to there Make a nigga smile from ear to ear Order 3 more bottles of that
A wallflower punch talks to Judy In a crowded corner where anybody can listen in But they don't read page to page or speak easy Now they're gonna go say